it’s why blades of grass don’t bend in the wind
it’s why, you and i pass on the street everyday and will never meet
it’s why i haven’t slept since the 452 question game
it’s why i need to read more books
it’s why i absolutely adore you
it’s why i’m petrified of getting close enough to the dream
it’s why i’m so sick of this past-life talk, i was a samurai and that’s that, but if we weren’t friends maybe i’d be a mule too
it’s why i want to match the identical patterns to the max
it’s why i should take a shower and go to bed
goodnight
