Itashimo

Wishing to be seen must be quite the bother I'm sure, for one you're simply hoping that those that once ignored your existence will finally be aware of it, yet to do so wouldn't you have to take action, perhaps even speak out ?
          But where are those that'd hear you say this wish, truly ironic.

Happy new year everyone.

Metaphorical wings are truly something, one may say they have been clipped, rendering them useless, but perhaps under the right circumstances they too will be used to fly once again ?

Merry christmas.

Stories can be quite something can't they ?
          They've got more meanings than just one, a simple word, with so much behind it, yet I wonder if not every picture could tell a story, that is; if you're willing to put enough thought and time into figuring it out.

Ah, how tiresome it must be to work day after, through night upon night, your only reward being the satisfaction of exclaiming by yourself: "I have done it", yet much more remains... perhaps soon some may see things they should not.

I do apologize for taking longer than intended to update, as last week I had gotten busy, I'll try my best to do yet another chapter this week as an apology, if possible.
          Now then, to be run over by a tank would be quite the experience must say, yet spoiling a show or book is a crime that deserves even worse, I do wonder why an enjoyer of literature himself would think even speaking out such a crime is fine.

Literature truly can unite people, can't it? Although I wouldn't say in this case it was what brought two people together in a understanding, but rather choosing to change when noticing his mistake.
          Isn't it curious how sleep deprivation brought this upon us ?

It is simple as eins, zwei, drei, four, five and six, count from the latest down until the first, only for the moment to be over already.
          Many things are not meant to last, so why should changing your hairs color be one of those things ?
          Truly... temporary change, is temporary.

I do believe, we can't live inside this fantasy forever, eventually our actions will catch up to us, punishing us for living in a place elsewhere; then... we must change, adapt.
          A singular bullet can hold so much power, yet be valued at a low price, only for those who wield it; wish to use its worth to make their fees more expensive than ever... normally I would not fear it, as those in this city are used to being shot, but... not everyone has that luxury... not him.