I am on my bed, laying, staring at the celing thinking. The slanted celing is covered in writing and drawings, most of which is incomprehendable. There is one word that pops out the most, naze? It is why in japanese. I will never understand why I wrote that, I had been in a hipnotic state, cause: unknown. I only had known that was why because I had asked my father, who had been in Japan for a year, the handwriting wasn't mine, either. And every night since it appeared, I stare at it for hours on end, trying to make sense of it. I thought that maybe it was a link to a past I had that everyone knew, but no one would tell me.

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-RiaBinx