To grasp at the root This longing for the seasons Hidden deep, deep down To say it’s just “Natural,” Would only scratch the leaf-tops

Such an empty sky Countless pensive glances are Over and over Swallowed swift, before their time If only I could keep them

A stone for a head A dauntingly fragile nose Sudden convulsions To lay my head down in peace My vestigial heart begs

愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く

Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array

Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply

To hide in plain sight Something we all yearn for, but Our differences Do not belong in the mud For mud cannot be polished

A blank white tablet Fuzzy buzzing silences Click, click, click, and yet That single black divider keeps Blinking an endless cycle

My White Cloak Part one: Place Entering day by day (1) Into a place to grow and stay Into the foundational walls of old

To cover the tears Some men will drown their sorrows Some just run away Some even will board their hearths To me? A path of rom-com

初めては いつも苦しい 二回には?

Red and orange glitter Dancing delicately high Above winding paths Falling to the great grey streams Falling for grace, or duty?