Tip of the Quill: A Journal
30|08:06 Otaku

Pink dye in my braids streaks my fingers,

Fuzzy Pikachu pack strapped to my back,
String of Hello Kitty charms accompanying each step
With a jingle-jangle symphony of tiny bells.
My home is a continent where I’ve never set foot,
My mother tongue is something I cannot speak,
My seinen thoughts read right to left,
My dreams come with tiny white subtitles.
Would that I could replace my bones with steel,
Stretch myself into an Eva six stories tall,
Stride through oceans to the depths of the earth,
Or spread jetpack wings and soar through space
Unshackled, unchained, unbound, unleashed.