non-fiction four

Ran ran to Naite

Getting away with hiding hiding most feelings

What are you laughing at in the bottom of the bottom we reached?

Detouring and dodging what’s obvious

What’s it like getting painted in that color you flew into?

For a fluttery fluttery butterfly

I’m wildly wildly searching on

Take me away with you, take me away with you, or so I had tried to do

All I’m able to clench in my hand are helpless things

Have I been pushed around by unclear conditions?

And now, I’ve gotten soaked from a passing rain

She who ran past me with an embarrassed smile, what was her name?

Whatever is her name?