the thing …is that i remember the microphone you gave me last time. it was a green one, and I didn’t have the courage to use it. You told me I can lead the nation with it.remember?I told you that I don’t like microphones, but still, I took it. Now I keep it as a memory. it was my birthday. now, you remember?
the thing is …that now I like microphones. especially the green ones. only if they could speak sometimes.It’s like hoping to hear a close voice, or hearing the sound and not recognizing who’s voice it is. it’s like, the day you wanted to lead the nation, but I told you this is a hard thing to do, but you answered me this is not impossible. [and you hoped. >now, you remember?<]
Other times we found out that microphones are in fact easy to use, but it depends what nation you decide to lead with them, and the color.[well yes, the color is important]. I choose the green one. It reminds me of the nation you chose. The nation I was invited to lead, but I couldn’t .
The thing is…that I have never had a microphone. But now I have. A green one.




