A hand
A hand was knocking
Played through the phone
Perhaps to send flying
An unpleasant morning that smells of plain
My operation ran until dawn
Thanks to the worlds best staff
Back then, I was in a long long dream
I was in a “pochette” sort of room
There I wrote 1302 songs, and smoked 43800 cigarettes
I washed my hands 5009 times and cried 306 times
I named 64 Swallowtails
Loved two people, hated five
I flew 46 times, gave up 3 jigsaw puzzles
And read 752 volumes of manga
And while I swallowed 4042 stabilizers
I planned around the clock
A way to make my escape
Hm? Whats that?
Again
It’s annoying!
Not knowing is annoying
But knowing is only worse
Relief
It’s best not to know
But knowing feels better
A white room. It’s different from the “pochette” one
A hospital? My vision is faint
Someone peers over my head
And kisses me gently
For the first time, I let the tears flow
Who is that?
So kind…