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* easter is gone

>>>Monday, March 28, 2005

visiting her there makes me realize what a hard life is leading. while i was waiting outside, i heard a joke telling by the elder, reminding me a song by eels.
"life is funny / but not ha ha funny / peculiar i guess"

quoted from a song, 3 speed.／

his sweetness to her reminded me of what love actually is. but i should also admit that this kind of love is confined to certain people. is that really important that someone offers me a cake and kisses me in this way? to a certain extent, showing is far more important than telling. yet i am mentally disturbed by the one who resists showing intimacy directly.／

keep dreaming at night that i do not want to wake up consciously. i was caressed like a baby daughter. next moment, i was in love with an exceptional old man. Seemingly, he was dying anyway.／

she loves the place which is revealed to her exclusively.／

"can you wait for me?" "i am waiting. i am waiting..."

:: posted by my lock, 7:24 AM