[centre][i]Under a full moon
Right beyond every corner 
Danger lies in wait[/i]
- Autumn of the East [/centre]

Toshiro sat in his room, doing one of the only things that seemed to calm him down nowadays: Writing. Poems. Lines upon lines of poems. For some reason, he had a really bad feeling about tonight and he was doing the best he could to distract himself. A paranoia that he could not explain without threatening his image of being sane. A threat from which his protection had long since vanished. Something which could grab him at any moment. The only way he could stop constantly thinking about how he could be dragged into a witch's labyrinth without his sister to save him the very next moment was to write. 

Taking a moment to read over his poem and to make sure that he was following the 5/7/5 convention of Haiku, Toshiro posted the poem on his online blog, not sure if anyone would even ever read it. Leaning back, he stretched for a moment, his left hand reaching out and feeling the cutting knife he had with him as a... safety measure, just to make sure it was still there, ready to be grabbed on his instinct. 

Slightly comforted by the fact that his less than useless self defence weapon was there, he leaned forward and began typing again.