I went to piano lessons today and there was a traffic jam on the way. It used to take half an hour, but this time it took an hour and a half.
You could have gotten off the bus and walked over by yourself. About 20 minutes away.
But I don't want to leave. I sat in my seat, listening to MP3, and occasionally hummed.
What a comfortable feeling. As if this is what I'm supposed to do.
He has no ambition.
But that's me.
I like to think wildly.
Ever since I was a child, I have believed that there are other creatures besides us, living in places we cannot reach.
Maybe the house I live in overlaps with a certain palace.
It's also possible that another creature is passing through my body.
Lots and lots of stuff like that.
I believe it.
Because science can't explain it, do we just think it doesn't exist?
But how can you be sure?
And I, I firmly believe they do exist.