like this

when I burnt my fingertip
it was because I wanted to turn the candle
into a tiny trashcan. because I don’t know
how to make people pay attention to me
without acting like a wastebin set on fire
outside the park

like      people need something
for people to swerve around
and then video with their phone

like      there is a voice inside you
that you actually can’t turn off
by arching your feet

the lamp I ordered from eBay
turned out to be a dollhouse lamp.
you have to order a tiny adaptor
to make it plug to a usual outlet. it sucks.

I still want to be a doll though

birds in the engine

I don’t feel that hopeless

Dropping my luggage
with reckless abandon

Isn’t it funny that there is a monk in the airport?

Everyone is quietly trying to take his picture
without giving themselves up