~<{ family gathered }>~

~<{ middle vein }>~

What dat dawg doin

Dear Godzilla,
ありがとうございます

We call him The Wizard. He isn’t so very wise, but he is so very sweet. And when something tastes so delicious he must put a sound to it, he gives a little
- hm….hm….hmmmm
Always in three going down the scale. He’s given my life much joy since he’s joined in. What happens next?

The box where you still feel alive opened up in my mind today, along with mom. I felt guilt I haven’t thought of you as much. There is still that jolt instinct to call, then the ice cold drenching of remembrance. The you who exists in my little box still thinks of me and asks
-what ya been watchin?

My first post here is just a person walking beneath fluttering snow in a city they say never sleeps. I’ve seen his eyes grow heavy though and rest them for but a moment. My relation with him has matured into something comfortable, a favorite jacket whose creases perfectly fold to your body.