13/3, not feeling good

The evening wind was as bitter as a scorned woman and just as dirty tempered. My quarter family was out for an expensive giant's meal. I wanted to be a stubborn brat at the hotel room. Cause i had reluctantly ate TOO much since my nose breathed China. Now i know genuflecting a reunion means 30 dishes a day.

The trees are bare& shivering from the wind. I deduced the weather wovers about 15 degrees over? Everyone here wears skin-covered materials until the imminent rebirth of spring. Have i told you, the fruits here are terribly good. Like those perfect ones from Disney. But that mood was before my food phobia. Now everything is catagorized into the apple from Snow White. Speaking of which, i bought myself Disney lingeries. Well. I like feeling cute at times.

15/3,
The wings. The vanilla cotton candy clouds. I want to delay this observation longer. Every battery-operated clock reminded me of how close i'm back to my crumpled life. I imagined it like a worn paper floating nowhere on the contaminated sea. I don't know what to do, about what i feel. I need steps, i need reasonable, comprehensive steps. What is?

Here's some pictures i took from the trip;]