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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