The Mysteries of Novel

mood: distracted

Old friends are seen...

Although not of mine

but haven't seen them in a few

Though brings no memories

Yet still struck with familiarity of sight

Kerun-unnie's Otomodachi

All are oppas of mine.

Watching greenly at them as they tame the computers

In this environment, in this school

I can never achieve them

The ability to bring light back to dusty monitor screens

I am greening at their sight

Green with envy

But even so...

this is not something I want to delve in

I am interested in my own visual dreams

Illustrations on white papers

Lined by ink

Simple text

and large sound effects

What will it bring of me in the future?

The oppas of an unnie's generation...

it is a nice change in atmosphere in this years old building

It must have missed them.

Hear them shouting profanities

and barking orders and snide remarks

as I sit majestically on the teacher's chair, reading a borrowed romance novel

Life couldn't get better

But it can
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If I study hard enough