Monday, 16 October 2017
Sunday, 3 September 2017
In the end, the tears we've shed and promises we vowed never to forget are but rainwater that vanish in the warmth of the same old Sun. Back, back, back to the sky, into the heaven of emptiness.
Wednesday, 23 August 2017
"You're like the moon on the water's surface. When the ripples are gone, you'll become the perfect reflection of the moon again."
Then you can't touch me, can you? Is anybody able to reach me, if I am but a reflection of a distant longing?
There is a breeze that stirs the surface of the water in which I sleep. For a brief moment, I feel as though connected to the outside world. Once it dies down, the calm that follows the restoration of an unresounding peace placates the tremours spread by a beating heart.
Even if you would drown yourself in this body of water, the ripples that distort my flawless reflection eventually seize to be.
Unaffected, I continue to bask in moonlight.
I am not real.
I do not exist.
Rakutarou, sail along the river bank on your lotus flower until the Eagle swoops down, under the glory of the Sun where I no longer am.
Wednesday, 16 August 2017
Sunday, 13 August 2017
Haa-- haa--- aa...
I would much rather die of xx frustration than to ask for relief.
Everybody needs a friend who tells them about universal empathy at 1:30AM, agreeing to the fact that human beings are primitive apes no matter the evolution we've gone through. Ah, to think that I could say and do anything without being judged by a reflection just as apathetic... Either this will one day lead to a murder, or a suicide.
I don't think I'll leave a note.