hitori de

source

through the act of living itself
sadness piles up here and there
whether in the wet laundry hung to dry in the cloudy day
the single helmet on the bike
or the history logs on the mobile

Ima demo watashi wa mada anata o suki

yeah.. i know even i shout it with my soundless whisper 

even i text it for thousand times

our hearts would not have moved even a half millimeters closer

over this past season

i have only wanted to move forward

touching the unreachable

though i have never been able to tangibly define what it was

do not know where those near-intimidating thoughts came from

i simply continue my routine

as things finally came into focus

i was in unbearable pain

knowing my heart had gradually lost 

its freedom

its flexibility in bygone days

then, when i realized that 

i had completely lost my earnest feelings

i had completely lost an acute feelings

from long ago

i knew i was at my limit
then come again,, 

the hesitation to do or stay,,

(TT)