I'm a writer and a watcher, and one day I'm going to be a good doctor. (It's never lupus, and ketoacidosis doesn't necessarily mean it's diabetes. Pathonomic isn't forever.)

I love House, Scrubs, Slumdog Millionaire, Harry Potter, and art.

o. o. o. o. o.

Listen, love in rewind is a piano note;

Or maybe the rain on my hand

Violins killed in terrorist famines.

Everyone cries in their own private worlds.

It doesn't bother me much, apricot tongue,

So many things I forgot to tell you.

Nearly two thousand are gone again,

Two thousand more hid without a paper body.

For every broken face I saw in the city

Or singing man, it reminded me of you.

Rain is the only teatime companion for me -

More love for the fire,

Everyone shakes their heads and walk away.