I guess I might be strange in my own way.

It sounds like the kind of sound you make when you hit your toes against the door!

He told me I was spilling my talent.

I told him I wasn't since it wasn't me who drew everything I ever drew.

Paranoheat.

I want to burn you in the sun.

Once, I woke up in the night at around midnight.

For a moment, I thought you were here.

Illusion. For those who don't believe in astral projection.

Autumn surrounded us
Proclaiming the coldness (yet to come)

And then I just wished winter would kiss me

So we can hold hands in spring
Next summer (and forever).

Right now you're having a near-death experience.

How does it feel?