stuck in time

why does it feel like everything is near its end
while it feels like nothing ever has begun
who say goodbye to who
and who
on earth
who
trying their very best to make me see something I can't understand
why does it feel like everything is near its end
while it feels like nothing ever has begun

who say goodbye to who
and who
on earth
who
trying their very best to make me see something I can't understand



you and me forever, I'm always gonna be right here


cold

Photo: Emiko


like breathing



love is here to stay
when your face turns red
at the same times as his
love is here to stay
when your face turns red
at the same times as his

someone I used to know

-          You… You don’t remember me? I asked, starting to feel disappointed.

-          No. Should I? He answered, looking at me whit eyes of a stranger.

-          Well… To put it bluntly yes, yes I’m one of them you really would remember. I said, almost begging.

He’s eyes was fixed at me. And I saw it. He was trying his very best to understand what was going on. But everything was all too far away. Not a single light was close enough to make him remember. Yes, I saw it and I really understood. But I couldn’t bring myself to give up. Not now. Not after all these years of searching.


I was about to do something very stupid when a male voice interrupted.

-          Ey Yokosawa! I’m not going to wait for you any longer. I’m leaving now!

-          No! Wait! Well... I really don’t know you but have a happy life. Bye.. W-wait I said!


Then he ran off to the other guy. Smiling he’s childish smile and laughed. This was the second time he turned his back at me. And for the second time he was smiling to someone else while he was walking out of my life.

-          Who was that, Yokosawa?

-          I don’t know. Someone I used to know... I think.


Then they went away.
For this time, I definitely will give up on you, I muttered. I did all I could do. If he doesn’t want to remember me it has to mean I never was some one important from the beginning.

 

That night I didn't resist a single tear.


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