(2013)
Sometimes I tend to over think things or get too caught up in my own thoughts.
Seasonal ill’n Ado, ado, soft achoos Cool wind seeps through me
Distractions of youth Parade like bright spring flowers Always on the mind Entangling my weak heart To the land of mud and ice
The words are muffled and shifting… The pounding won’t stop, the fraye… I hold onto a thread, a little blu… The tension is mine; it is a pain… Frenzied energy drains from my fin…
Twelve in numbered spin Once reaching double digits Feel the crisp brisk sweeps Sudden gentle remainders Subtle breath of orange array
Sweet little black box From metalic elogy Sleep now, sing no more
愛の歌 空に隠れた それなのに この忘れない 音、まだ響く
Flickering between The realms of light and shadow Why not close the shades? Sleep’s alluring charm welcomes Despite such early hours!
Tiny flashing lights Figures entwine together Closer and closer ‘closer than ever’ they say Beside our computer screens
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?
Just for a moment To glimpse from dusty pages A single white flash Tenuous seconds follow Until a roaring reply
The mind of a girl That swirling vertex of bright Is unreachable So we put up these steel walls When we could have built a bridge!
A sudden rain flux A faintly calling whisper To turn off eyelids Yet I cannot shake my dream For just another hour
Why does music speak Without line or threads of time We plug ourselves in Forming an echo cocoon Never wanting to come out
Lofting lazily Enter murky depths of feel Quivering eyelids Two heavy from the weight of The thoughts that lead me astray
