What do I do with all this anger? I don't know what to do with it. It's sinking into my skin and making me sick. I want to scream. I want to shake all this hatred out of my body until there's nothing left.
English is a man sitting on the train with his legs spread wide. English is a basket full of apples rolling lazily onto the grass. English is unafraid, English is the barefoot leap into cold water. Japan rations words like sugar in a war.. sprinkling the tiny crystals lightly onto their intentions and folding them up small and quiet. You mean what you say. The weight in the space between words deepening, darkening..