Days become weeks. Weeks become months. Month become years. And years become silence.
The Little SilkwormI just slept for fifteen hours straight. Yes, writing a musical is THAT exhausting!
The Little SilkwormI have written until I fell asleep with my computer on my lap. That can't be normal.
The Little SilkwormDaisy, simple and discreet flower, That earned the heart of this poet.
Small Portion: a little taste of poetryStimulation-wise, I might be a little bit addicted when it comes to pushing my body to extremes.
Takeru Kobayashi