劍之舞

It was a sunny and cloudy normal day like Tuesday or something in the early 21th century. I lay on my bed, which is put in a dim chamber of my landlord whose new groundings were covered by steady bamboo, with my laptop lying on that red soft scarf you've weaven with your somehow love, expectations and or benidictions to my long trip, and at that time, was used to be my temporary pillow. Yes, I was writting something, in a strange position that my shoulder shruggled with tension and about to be felt sore due to this wierd position in 15 minutes, to decorate that certain afternoon which is recorded by the sound made by the orchestra of wind and leaves upon the trees without names. I'd been watching movie under a blue mood which my life had been conveying then I have realized I have to drink a couple of coffee to fit the aura of that movie about 15th July. Therefore I made myself an aussie cheap cuppucino without any froth which I have no idea how to make in this sad town house. A thought jumpped in like a farie flashed by a golem's dumb ear. Which is the main reason I walked out to collect the laundry I'd done few hours of the start of the movie. Then I stepped in to a window curtain covered dark room.

Had I stepped into the time tunnel so that I could've drunk that shitty cuppucino in one second then at the next one I've felt the corruption smell of protein in my mouth. It made everything painted with the well mixture combination of glaucous and verdigris, my 2nd hand new laptop, the romance movie, the shaver seemd shivering under the early breeze from the dusty windowpane, the crimson cup bought on 5th September reflecting the two colors into the angle of my canthus, the Hindu-style like scarf and the very song called "twitter" said "Love no!! I Know!! Saino!! Naiyo!!" in lyrics means I know there is no love no talent and no anything" represented by Kaki Choco. A scent of purple onion mixed ammonia burped up with the smell of tang of burned. Then I stood up, grabbed the cup bounght on 5th Sep. and walked out to clean it up for the Glen Livet 12yo. I'd thought everything would be fine, then I'd passed two days.

I could recall it was a Thursday morning with the temperature shown on my cellphone screen was 18.4 degrees. However I still shivered in my lame sleeping bag bought and used by my sister. I have been shivering that morning due to coldness and a complex feeling, which could not be defined appropriately, of nurvus and the desire and fear to death. I got up, still feeling cold, from the lame sleeping bag which is the only two thing to keep me warm (the other one is the hindo-style like scarf which accidently bought at a day in a fall when I felt cool riding through the blocks built by vehicles), and then I grabbed my tooth brush, underpants with a color very quite similar to my crimson cup, and a bloody like shirts into bathroom. Yes, I was dirty and nasty. Few light beams, shotting through the glassdoor of the showering chamber and reflecting the stained spots on it but I had none of 2nd thoughts to them until I wrote them down here, had made the whole white bathroome much more white, and been hated by me due to the color. I tapped the water, then peed. Two minutes showering later I'd been feeling ichy everywhere especially on my both thights, and I'd guessed that was because of the circulation of my blood.

It doesn't get any better, I mean, it did not, not at all. An abyss swallowed me off when I realized that I did have feelings with you. I spread citrus spread on the surface of the French stick bread that I had sliced in to 1cm thick on the white( oh shit it's white again )plate of my landlord's. (I used to love white color when I was a senior high school.) I put on ear phones to listen to some fresh music which had been sinking with me into the abyss in the end to enlighten me up under the sunshine, and I wished to get rid of the cold dry skin which etched by this plain boring city. It was an Thursday, cold, nurvus, and filled with desire to death Thursday. I had had feelings to you.