i had a sudden wave of thought, that one of us may go anytime.
the feeling like we might just go tomorrow, or a later time today.

an explosion can tear our lives, or futures, our dreams to shreds.
or an accident can blow them all away together with the metal and glass.
im only 16, i shudnt bother about being afraid to die.

i want to blog like a happy twit, like i did years ago.
the time when i blogged about silly things like my imaginary speech-abled stuffed toys and lousy theories on why stars have five legs.

because it makes people think i am okay, that i am happy,
and that i am the same person i am here, and there.
but now, it doesnt mean im not, does it?

i am still me, friends, i am happy as before.
i just, whine like im a bloody 60 year old, and there's nothing wrong about that :D

so dont bug me about what's wrong.
nor question me about what i typed here

i am qixuan, and i am happy.
and i still like flowers.