Happiness.
John said happiness is a warm gun. I dont know what he meant in truth. But I do agree. I meet you, then I just want to shoot myself, always. You dont know how I wanna die. You dont know how I really want to close my old stories with this warm gun.
There are lots of things I want to tell you, but I am sure you will think it’s just a gunk, yes a warm gunk. Now, just be a wind, go to all places, come to all seasons. I will always wait for you, without owning you. Because, you are my warm gun, always.
Enchantee.
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