Cloudy skies

I’m okay without the stars tonight

I tell myself

No use counting shooting stars when the wishes don’t connect

My selfishness

If only that was something you could forgive

Imagine, being important enough to be able to forgive something like that

No, plainly, it’s clear

And I do get by easier with things to do and

Hope that doesn’t seem useless

I’m always crazy

Always crazy

But lucidly so

Awake, aware, present

I still believe it’ll be great

Even though you seem to be attempting for the world’s most just like all the other pop songs pop song

Just me

It never works

The thing I want

Show me all the things and, yeah, that’s great

The thing I actually want always put of reach

I don’t expect the perfection

Probably don’t even want it anymore

The perfect vision

There has to be something between the one I want and being murdered

Like, Universe, that’s extreme

Oh you say exactly

Maddening creature

Well, I no longer need rescuing

I suppose that’s a win

It would still be nice to not wait another 10 years before meeting someone for me

And don’t you dare make it 9 years and 364 days either

Even another year like this feels like such a long road

Facing another year alone on this path

I suppose I have to start with tomorrow

明日良くなる様に

I’m sure I’ll be fighting you off tomorrow as well

Alone in the forest of creation with nothing to show but words pouring out

An oddly quiet night,

May it treat you well

Sleepless one

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