School begins yet again, and the cherry trees are still in bloom.
The campus lawns are littered with sunbathing students.
They huddle together in circles, with at least one boy per group sloppily playing an acoustic guitar. Pale, freckled girls fight for some semblance of a tan, dogs tear through the grass as they chase tennis balls, clouds of smoke rise alongside heavy laughter. Marijuana smells so bad, I don’t understand the appeal.
Aren’t you people supposed to be in class?
Am I supposed to be in class?
I am guilty of chasing the Spring air myself…
I biked to school just to read in the grass. I picked up my friend on the way and rode us to a shaded area. They began identifying the trees around us, and I just laughed about my overall lack of knowledge on plants.
I later sped around town in search of pink flowers to photograph. With me, my two most beloved cameras and an apple that was to never be eaten.
-Those idiots who never let me cross the road despite it being my right of way.
-The plum and cherry and magnolia trees, milk mixed with blood, the sweetest smells you've ever smelt, the bees, the bees, the bees.
I love you. I don’t really mean it, but I do love you. I feel something for these things, that is!
I am always the first to enter the room for my night class on Thursdays. It’s two hours long. I don’t get back home until 20:30 or so. I like arriving early to sit in silence before others start to trickle in.
I rearrange all of the desks for my classmates.
When I arrived last time, I thought I saw God for a moment
When flowers are no longer blooming and the temperature only seems to rise, I get sad. Actually, I become severely depressed. I think I want to live on a planet perpetually cycling between Winter and Spring.
that fell like cherry blossoms
is water once again
Koshigaya Gozan