Moreranting
Callmewhen
ourheartsare
yourstojudgeand
eligibletodo
standaside each other
andallgather
delighted.
Yours truly presenting you
lots of hints for an easy riddle
to learn a delightful truth
in a way which, finally,
also pleases myself
telling you.
I’ll sing it one last time for you
Then we really have to go
You’ve been the only thing that’s right
In all I’ve done
And I can barely look at you
But every single time I do
I know we’ll make it anywhere
Away from here
Light up, light up
As if you have a choice
Even if you cannot hear my voice
I’ll be right beside you dear
Louder louder
And we’ll run for our lives
I can hardly speak I understand
Why you can’t raise your voice to say
To think I might not see those eyes
Makes it so hard not to cry
And as we say our long goodbye
I nearly do
Light up…
Slower slower
We don’t have time for that
All I want is to find an easier way
To get out of our little heads
Have heart my dear
We’re bound to be afraid
Even if it’s just for a few days
Making up for all this mess
‘Run’ by Snow Patrol
due to an (at least to me) unknow reason the photo is quite pixelized. Yet it’s alright if you enlarge it.
Or is it just the many unbearable thoughts concealed in my head that are killing me. Either way it hurts…-__- Needless to say I’m still my happy self counting down ’till the moment my human-form-drug returns to me. As it’s now Oct. 18th that makes… still 105 days to go. Which gets me depressed even more. Don’t think I’ll pity you if you have to wait longer; I’d rather show the opposite reaction. (ah I know I know… I’m a rotten human; but who isn’t, cuz we’re all human, right:p).
Then the only thing that rests is to present you with yet another of my masterpieces (not really, but it just fits to the mood somehow)
His head also seems to hurt; but unlike what I wrote above I really do pity him…
Between the soup and the potatoes (I know, you don’t say it like this in English; so let’s make this an… insiders joke)
Stress… strangely that seems to be consuming me now (instead of me consuming the soup and potatoes) . Although there’s no apparent reason for it. ‘kay I have to write a ‘bachelorpaper’ (I’ve already come to detest the word itself it sounds so… nerdy><) and it seems a lot of work but sheesh…
Aside stress (and way more excruciating) another ‘thing’ is eating on me… 寂しさ. I just can’t plainly call it loneliness; because in that case I wouldn’t be waiting for someone (at least that’s how I see it), that’s whyI stick to the Japanese word; which also means loneliness, but isn’t limited only to that.
Aside from my ranting, I present you with yet another of my masterpieces…
満月
各々の秒を
指で数え、
待ち惚け
Counting each second
with your fingers
waiting in vain.
(… picture not really related)
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