no blooming flowers. no well-designed belgium chocolates. In the midst of the whole world she takes a step back. How? When? Why? No one can tell her, not even a silent answer. Her mind is in a swirl, no different from any fury hurricane. Theres no way of getting across to the other, no way of weaving through. She feels like letting go, of this loathsome retrospection.To be indifferent, altogether.
bite that.

dang. someone ate my hello panda ):
and nobody wants to go watch de national day parade with me ):
GREAT. what nice friends i have.

oh wells.