Kyoushikyoku

Yukino had never really noticed the small, compacted sushi restaurant that sat between the two towering apartment buildings. Every Sunday morning, Yukino walked down past the apartments and the restaurant, wearing her Sunday best. Although she never planned to go anywhere specific, she enjoyed the brisk morning walks. The walks were a beloved past time of hers, ever since she had started her university career last month. Today, Yukino sported a white dress with a light blue floral pattern, with a white hat tied with a silk ribbon to match. As she passed the sushi restaurant, she took a look inside through the window. Smiling, she then continu

I swear there's a monster lurking inside my room, Who only comes out at night. My bed becomes my future grave, my future tomb, As the monster prepares to take a bite! Sometimes it's under my bed waiting, I can hear it screech and sneer! In the closet, the sounds of nails grating, Listen to the monster laugh and leer! I swear that school is just a trick, just a joke! A way to get me out of my parents' hair. You expect me to listen to some old bloke, Teach me the who, what, when, and where? A quarter passed two, I hear the teacher calling, "Sit up straight, pay attention, look ahead!" I want to go home, but I know the teacher's st

My soul is my soul; nothing less, nothing more. Not the sky, not the earth, no, not a single metaphor! My soul is not a fire, burning with passion, My soul is not the ocean in any form or fashion. My soul is not the dark abyss of space, Nor is it the smile on a happy face. My soul is not an ice cream cone on a summer's day, Or any of the crazy things that you might say! My soul is not a "timeless train station," For nothing of that sort runs through my imagination. My soul is not a "winding, endless path," Nor the "raging seas" with all its wrath. No, not a storybook that ends "happily ever after," Or the sound of a child's merri