I'm sitting in the dark. The curtains are open and I'm watching as the last strips of colour fade away into darkness. I watch the street lights, the lights in office buildings and tiny cars passing by. Its not the first time that I've visited Osaka, but I have grown to love it. I like the familiarity of it and how my sisters and I are allowed to wander on our own.
People kept warning us that Japan has the highest rate of swine flu and so on but the thought of staying at home was too much to bear. Whenever anyone feels the slightest sniffle, my mum doses us with her trusty collection of assorted medication. When all else fails, she whips out her trusty 5eeluh *shudders* even 3abod is subjected to this lol "Mummy this is the worst keeelaa I ever tasted* so far so good el7emdellah...
I haven't written a poem or anything since I was done with my project. I haven't even come up with a title for my novel. I guess I'm all out of words for now. People sometimes confuse my poetry with the state of my mind and my feelings, but I've truly gotten to the point where I embrace the feelings and exaggerate them for the purpose of the poem, but its by no means a reflection of my untold sadness and misery...I'm made of sturdier stuff than that...

Cheers