kanji without me
by This window pane, that used to burn when i was afraid it would melt, is freezing now and it's tempting to crack it with my fist. Because i'm smelling nothing but my own scent and i'm tasting nothing but my own breath. And if these walls could hear, so confident and tall. They just might say nothing at all to my despondency. And if this floor could talk it'd laugh at me i'm sure because i'm not as smooth, and i'm not so cold to be bold. i'll grow old on my own i'm sure.