my red scarf was pulled up to my nose today, small diamond snowflakes resting in my dark hair.

i ordered something different today; a hot chocolate with marshmallows.

your voice was hoarse; not necessarily unpleasant, but rather strained as you hit the high notes.

do you wonder why i sit here? do you wonder why i never speak, but only watch? do you wonder why i often only stay for your performances?

search for the answer, and you will find it.

— ksj