normally

i was born on january. my mum told me it was cold, when she had me. she just knew that i will be hard-hitting girl. they pull me up-side down, slap my butt. i didn't cry. i've said it before.


my childhood is too normal, as my mum always maintain it to be normal. of how i keep missing and always ended up on Wickerwandel Woods, it has become normal. she said i was always misguided by lonely jungle spirits. Everybody needs friend. Everybody needs a person to believe. that's what my mum said.


i remember i always see a quite interesting person (or so-called it) in harlequin suit. at home. at school. at anywhere. it is impossible no one wouldn't see him in that suit. but nobody did.


he did nothing. just stood there. sometimes he juggles four white round circular things, and then dissipated behind trees. or sunset. i would never see him after dark.