stardust person

LETS TALK ABOUT SIGMA!!!!

Imagine waking up, alone, you dont remember anything about your life and you are completely lost.

You just want something to make your life something worth it, dont you?

But the point is, he didnt even "woke up". He just spawned(?), he didnt live at all. Because of his innocence, he was used by literally everyone he thought would love him by who he was.

But who he actually was?

He's three years old (kind of), but with a mind of an adult. And i think thats something really relatable if you think about that as a metaphor. Desperately wanting something to call yours, something that makes live worth living.

You found it. Congratulations. But now, protect it with your life! And suddenly you have a reason to live.

Sometimes i think every bsd character is like a really deep part of me, so i can really easily associate them. For exemple, Sigma tries to protect his only important thing (the cassino) with his life, just like Kunikida's life doenst make sense without his ideals and he got a hard time trying to accept that his ideals can be impossible and "wrong". Every bsd character have a really clear reason to keep living and doing what they are supposed to, and i think thats a really human thing about them.

Everytime we try to found something to live for, "life goals". Its a really dangerous thing 'cause life literally doesn't have any sense or a right goal we should achieve. Its frustating when we cant achieve our dreams or when our goal doesnt make sense at all, and thats what happened to our dear Sigma.

When we loose our most important thing (being a person, an animal, a personality trait or any other thing), its like we are loosing ourselves.

We can see in some chapters Sigma's indifference about death. Its really worth it when we dont have anyone? When we dont have a reason? When everytime we try to be happy or live a memorable life, we end up being used and betrayed?

You can say, in fact, that its worth it but its something really hard to belive.

Its depressing when, the reason why you were created its based in some guy's plan to rule the world or something crazy (like, asagiri please drop the bsd lore??). He shouldn't exist, and he probably wouldnt. He didn't even existed for a long time, until he had to exist to perform his mission, his role in the plan.

He doesnt lived at all? Or he doesnt remember his life? Does it really matter?

If nobody remembers you, are you even living?

And if you wasnt living, what makes you human?

thats not all that i have to say but!!!! my english is really bad and i dont have enough vocabulary for what i want to say!!! so maybe later

thank you for reading and please someone to share the love that i have for this anime I CANT

maybe when i finish stormbringer and beast i will do one of these to chuuya or dazai !!

Eu consumo seus órgãos como feijão e arroz

Sangue dói minha boca

"Eu estou ficando louca"

ela disse sem pensar

Mas ela tinha doze anos;

Dedos inchados e muitos sonhos.

nunca foi capaz de acabar.

não se engane.

Ela morreu aos poucos

Ela sabe o mesmo que todos os loucos

Que nunca foi capaz de salvar.

Um sussurro soa na minha cabeça, como se eu fosse escutar.

Eu queria chorar, mas não vou conseguir parar.

Eu juro que tentei parar de usar verbos como se fosse rimar.

É mais forte que eu

Minha alma exige fé

E eu sou ateu

Você não vai me deixar né?

Sou devoto demais pra quem não crê em Deus

É que meu orgulho termina no pé

Queria ter sido seu

Mas sempre fui ralé

Te dou o que é meu, te trago o que perdeu

Só segure minha mão...

É que tenho inveja do som que faz teu coração.

Você olha e acha graça

É que na minha cabeça só tem fumaça

Desculpa se trago desgraça

Estou distante demais

Para usar trapaça

Nunca quis causar alarde

Mas aconteceu que já é tarde

Minha mente só por aí vadia

Morre de rir por agonia

Acende a lâmpada em plena luz do dia.

Minha mente ri, enquanto meu corpo sente.

Meu peito aperta e meu coração ardente.

Nunca fui gente, humano, incoerente.

Eu queria poder ser como garfo servindo de pente.

Sorrio, convincente.

Fica difícil saber o que sou quando eu sequer tenho algo em mente

Viva como se fosse morrer amanhã, eles disseram

Se eu soubesse que amanhã morreria

Morto já estaria

Em vida eu procrastino

Na morte, nao preciso disso

Nada mais triste que assistir meu declínio

Como se não fosse meu o vício, de estar vivo.

Na minha pele minha unha eu finco

Como se carne uma vez tivera

Meus dentes no meu esqueleto trinco

Como se eu possuísse aloe vera

Morra como se fosse viver amanhã, eu brinco

Mas mal sabem eles

eu morri no dia vinte e cinco.