muffled pleasantries.

it's not much to be said.

for your glamorous outings.

i really haven't the taste for them.

but enough about you.

because it really is.

as bouli can tell you.

all about me.

little walks.

and stifled breaths.

i can't feel my chest at all.

except for what lies above it.

the feeling is usual.

except this time im staring at your yellow frames.

and trying to get my way back home.

there i can follow my mood.

and take a chill.

smoothing beads.

and pretty little pink roses.

it's all meant to make a different atmosphere.

of sorts.

i can't feel comfortable.

in this costume.

because it's not where i should be.

you have such a low opinion of me.

i really can't blame you.

but we really don't know each other too terribly well.

candies.

and sweets.

purples and grays.

they make my day.

i am returning to me.

slowly but surely.

i find myself there again.

it wasn't the best persona.

but it was far "better" than this irrationality.

love to you.