I don't know how I manage to forget about this every year. Last year, I didn't realized it was National Poetry Month until like the very end. At least this time I figured it out at the beginning. I'd like to do it this year. So, to start off today, I wrote a haiku. Here it goes: Moving is stressful.…

Time to drink again Another, then two, three, four Until I cannot count A shot of vodka, Tequila, rum, and whiskey Everything blurry We shouldn't be here - Certainly not like this, now - Can't happen again Another night of Lust followed by much regret - One time too many I go home and cry Damn my sh…

Ils sont sans parole l'hôte, l'invité, et le chrysanthème blanc - Un haïku de Ryota illustré en bande dessinée par Vieil Etang.

Technically, it's still Saturday because I haven't slept yet, right? Right. I really should have heeded my own advice and followed a five date rule. Really. Because now, I don't even know. Last Friday, on the third date, I know what should have happened. We should have had dinner and then I should h…

You know you need to be wearing glasses when you're driving at night and you think a mailbox is a pedestrian. He was there last night. And as I was doing my daily staring and hyperventilating, we kept meeting eyes. Which made my hyperventilation even worse. I'm lucky I didn't faint or fall off the e…