Here's my image for today.
It's dark. I can'e see a thing. I'm panicking, because I'm not even sure if it's me touching my hands, or some stranger. I'm scared. Am I sitting? Am I hanging? What is this? What am I?
A monster?
Because I know you, but you know me.
Because you don't know me, and I know you.
Because I know you, so you don't know me.
Because I know
me, and I know
you, I don't know me.
Did you know?
"I am displeased," she said.
I wanted to say, "I am too. More than anyone would ever know."
But instead I said something easy, and predictable, and happy.
But I wanted to cut off my tongue.
It's true, Sora, we're different.
I'm not jealous that you can love.
I'm not sad because I can't love.
Yes, it's true, we don't need love.
But there's a difference between "can't love" and "can love".And the difference is us. You're blue, I'm red.
I need greens. You need yellows.
I can taint the sky blood red, you can dye the sea pitch black.
But in the end, we need different things.
We return to normal at the end of the day.I had a dream. I dreamed I fell in love. I lie and say it was because I was with a white guy. The truth is, it was weird because I was
in love.
He kissed me on the ear like I hoped he would. He laid his head on my lap like I wanted him to. I held him in my arms, like that was where I was supposed to be.
But that's a dream. That's what I want. That's my heart showing me my desires. Giving me happiness for a fleeting night's memory. When I wake, my mind fills in the holes in my heart, and I don't have room for love anymore. I don't have strength to love anymore. When I'm constantly trying to empty myself, how can I shove in someone else?
I don't feel human anymore.
Because I can't suffocate myself. Because I don't have strengths. Because I don't have strength. Because I don't have weaknesses to hide. Because I have no shame or pride. Because I can't breathe. Because I can't...
Because I don't have anything anymore.
I have nothing to give.
I won't receive anything in return.If there is a god, he has forsaken me.
The bad die late. The useless waste their lives searching.
And I am one. He has probably told me, "Die."
And I have defied him. And he has robbed me.
But if there is no god. If there is only fate and destiny and superstitions.
I pray to all the forces in the universe, to give me all the luck in the world,
to find me a reason to live.
To make me real.
To make me human again.海