simply
Mysteriously, I'm not sleepy at all thought it's almost one o'clock in the morning. I'd rather like to enjoy and taste this night itself. Actually, the night usually has different taste from afternoon. For so long, I've lost this.
I'm looking for the nail cutter. I searched that in this disorganized room. I cannot find it at all. Because my nails hit the keys on the keyboard earlier, it becomes difficult to type.
I searched it again and found it on my bed. It was under my blanket. I used it right away. My longer nails have been cut and gone.
Just the time is passing. I couldn't stop it. There is no way to do that. I need something to be hooked inside me, like stone in the river. It has power to change the way of flow and even the direction of the process of the light.