Taste of Small Things 
#16. flower patterns
*Trigger warning: suicidal attempt What’s that on his wrist? I ask Becky as the three of us advanced further and further in the spring forest. Oh, that? You don’t know that? It’s a flower pattern. I look at the thin line that is more similar to a scar than a flower pattern to me and […]
#the man who went out in the night
We never talk about the man who went out in the night, You start the discussion – the one discussion that I never think you would start. I guess the word ‘never’ is a fickle word – a frivolous player who enjoys deceiving young girls’ hearts – but never mind. Do you want to talk […]
#8. take the pills, honey, take the pills
We walk through the forest at the pace of a snail who is trying his hardest to cross the road before the next car could hit him. But it still hits him in the end. Say, I talk to the cat. I would look down at her, but with an unreasonable fear for her sarcastic […]
#7. hello darkness, my old friend
You sure there’s nothing wrong with that white misty thingy, eh? Why? What’s wrong with that white misty thingy? And furthermore, the Misty Thingy has a nicer name than the Misty Thingy, you know. The fat cat walks idly on a dark, earthy trail leading to an even darker forest. The closer we get to […]
#6. The first song
You know, it’s funny how snowflakes exist Just to melt away after all the cold and lonesome winter days. Say, do you suppose they know that they will die right away – Like all the beautiful things on Earth. And you know, it’s funny how there are people who’re gone and there are people who […]
#5. it’s funny how –
People can die just like that. At a flick of a finger. A breeze of some strange influenza. A wrong bullet that ends up where it shouldn’t be. All bullets end up where they shouldn’t be. Or at the bottom of a box full of clonazepam. Let me put it in a more succinct, blunt […]
#4. I don’t mind
I said I don’t mind not the pain nor the unstable legs and the scars piling up, as if life had a grotesque scheme against me. But then, you just have to look at me and ruin it all with your tears. How could you not mind, you say. The silent tears turn sunflower fields […]
#3. What have you done to yourself?
What have you done to yourself? Well, baby, I guess I have too much freedom. I’m privileged with the right to hurt myself, And the pain is keeping me sane. Baby, when everything is gone Except the dark, The open wounds and the blood Remind me of you. What have you done to yourself, you […]
#2. Melancholy
I should really stop that habit What habit? Falling in love with everyone And anyone Who shows a little bit of interest in me. I should try to stop being so lonely And melancholy. I guess this is what you meant When you say love’s not for me. I don’t know since when the audience […]
#1. Strong
Hey, have you ever thought about dying? There he goes spouting all of the nonsense shit that, through a miraculous gate, always gets from his brain to his mouth in the most inconvenient moment to me. I lie on top of him, look down on his face, and the lips that know far too well […]
