Villainess’s Sweet Everyday

I was looking up at the blue sky in my chest with an unlikely expectation that I would naturally pin the method of breaking through while opening up to an endless day.

"Nooo!

Oh, it's a plane cloud. It grows everywhere. Sort of squeamish, somewhat beautiful.

"Nooooo!

Yeah, there's a kid jumping a rope. Do you want me to put it away, too? No, no, no. Thoughts are getting calcified. What a lapse, carelessness or something like that. MyStake, myStake. I can't let that bother me. We have to work hard.