Connection, Link, Bond, LOVE

Our love is strange, bound by the rules of never to meet each other

It is a long, infinite graph with an asymptote

But if we truly love, we will still find each other

Even if it means going against what they denote

We always seek the center of our affection

Being the derivatives of the integral emotion

Making us one as whole, whole as one

Crossing the limits together as we run

We must pass a certain test to be a suitable function

Vertical line, straight, just that orientation!

Many tangents may pass us by

But they will not stay long just to say “hi”

Many others wrecked by the chain rule of heartbreak

In the intersection we must not ache

May our love go on in continuity

As we move toward the time of infinity

CELL-ful Life

Cheers! Listen to my story as I try to make this poetic

And not to reach the point of being sarcastic

I’ll just warn you now that into slumber do not fall

Because my head is actually as hard as cell wall

Oh how great my “leader” friends are for they are the nuclei of our circle

The rest of us are just like rough E.R., staying close to them, together we giggle

The minds of my parents are actually cell membranes

They don’t easily believe things through boons and banes

My vacuole friends, I love them honestly

For in times of help, they’re always ready

Golgi Apparatus and proteins are some of my “friends” and me

They just receive me when needed; when they don’t, they leave me

God is my sustainer, my mitochondrion

He keeps on loving me, telling me to go on

Jesus is my lysosome who destroyed my evil, inmost being

And restored the new life in me, keeping me from sinning

[Unfinished] 30 minutes (a short story)

story by miharusshi

「Pause: Presently」

“Haaa… what am I doing?” I let out another sigh as I look down on the undying flame on the ground.  “Why the heck am I doing this?” I complain again. Looking at the orange flame on the tin box container, the newspaper cutting on my left hand, and the pair of tongs on my right, I have no choice but to go on with my decision.

I was not resolved with my sudden decision to burn this thing. Really, it was just an impulse on my part that I did not even think of another, and probably a more appropriate, course of action after I read that portion of the newspaper. Calling it an impulse might be an understatement. I was horrified, if not only taken aback. My mental state was a mess and I could not think calmly. Realizing how chaotic my actions and thoughts were in the past few minutes, how was I even able to consider myself an independent and mature person? Maybe I thought of myself too highly. If you were to put yourself on my slippers right now, you would probably feel the same unless you are inhuman.

“This is not my fault. What is there to be guilty about?!” I shout from the top of my lungs, or so I imagine. My surrounding was soundless and I cannot hear a thing aside from my own innermost rants. Yes, there wasn’t anything for me to be guilty about. Let me correct that—there wasn’t anything to be directly guilty about. No matter how much I try to clear my conscience, in the deepest parts of my heart there is still some amount of remorse left. It’s as if the evil has set its foothold in my very being.

But.

“I didn’t kill her! SHIT!” I start gripping the newspaper cutting firmly, wanting it to disappear. How ironic. If I hold on to it that much, it surely won’t disappear. I do not know any magic trick to make it disappear, nor do I possess a supernatural power to make it happen. Has my guilt completely possessed me that I did not immediately notice that my right hand has been hurting from the strength of my grip? Oh right, I have a bad hand-and-feet coordination, so I also started gripping those tongs too strongly. How pathetic.

Shit. I start acknowledging my guilt.

About this blog

Hello! This is miharusshi and this blog is my blog#3! This is where I will post my short stories/short novels. Well, it's not like I have completed one. XD But if I do, please read them! I hope you find them interesting. :)

Ciao,
miharusshi (みはる씨)