Ode to a Building at Six a.m.

Industrial carpet,
greets me,
in shades of every neutral tone.
Firm and unyielding,
a friend.

These plain white walls,
vaulted ceilings,
that contented hum
of the air control.

The far off vibrations
of brass
and bass
the alien spaceships
that glare

An empty place,
Full of me.

If I strain my ear,
Remembered noises reverberate.

High heels and bootclad feet,
Crowds that jostle for their seats
(in a dignified manner of course)

Curled hair, crisp shoes
The growing crescendo

Sweeping bows,
the bright blood of flowers
on the ground.

I lay embracing,
Industrial carpet
and remembering.

Happy Endings, 150 yen

So I quit smoking.

Haha.

Sometimes I am so grateful that I am fantastic at arguments.
Cake really said something wise in the "Love You Madly" song.

I don't want to wonder, if this a plunder, I don't want to worry if we're going to stay together till we die.

Maybe it's better to just focus on what you will do today. Who knows when I'll die? I could get in some car wreck or my heart could give out. Maybe the soup pot at work will electrocute me. So in conclusion, fret not, it just ruins things. So, my love made love with a beluga whale. But it all turned out okay and that's what matters. Seriously.
But I really should quit smoking my delicious vanilla sweet dreams. I think my lungs are giving. out.