I miss you

it has been a long time... too bad you're growing old and I have lost track of time...

people aren't acting the way they should and I am starting to notice... and hate it

I can't stand the smoke.. I can't stand the smell of new paint... I'm starting to realize that what I have now is not affected by what I used to have.. or be..

I do not expect any reruns and/or home video releases.. only blurry images inside my disintegrating brain.. I cannot remember your face anymore.. when I start to imagine.. all I see are images of the victims of Sadako..

and the only way I can save you is to show a copy of the tape to someone else..

but then again.. is it really my responsibility to do all the hard work that you might not even be aware of in the long run? I'll let the little powdered children to push you away from the railroad tracks..

or all I need is a place where I can do the fetal position freely.. most preferably under your wings.. I wish I can still take a sip of your luxurious dawn.. but you are now under the protection of the blue army.. even though you wear the colors of their enemy..

I wish I had a clue..

on how not to miss you..