Wait, (Shoko)

5 steps ahead, there is a man walking with a book in his hand. In a windy winter day. 5 steps behind him, i walk along a dark narrow street. I stare at his back, walk and walk quietly. I hear his shoes sound. 'Sat'. 'Sat'. I hear my shoes go. 'Kot'. 'Kot'. Our shoes go together Sat kot sat kot sat kot. Cold wind blows my cheek. sat sat kot kot. I raise my shoulders with fists in my pocket. I cant feel my nose anymore. Sat sat, kot kot. Still the man walks before me. The wind blows his scurf. I watch it flows up and down, up and down. Sat kot sat kot. The book in his hand looks heavy and cold. Like a dull piece of brick. SatkotSatkot. we still walk and walk. then i stop. Kot. Did i flash my toilet?



I hate writing, i hate writing in English even more.