Requiem

Here thinking a to-do list will fix me

That place, that love, that home —

Where my existence not questioned,

My limbs not balloons popped with needles

I have no hobbies, I just lay down

I wanted extraordinary

I want ordinary, flip a coin

I wanted passions that do not let me sleep

I want a single drop, flip a coin

I have no hobbies, and you?

State of being most alive — dying

Put your strength down,

We are sharing a plate

How many stabs, what was the grip

No one wants a half-detailed story

I mother my loneliness

I hold it, not hurry, not bury

Yet tale as old as time

Without permission, someone comes,

Something comes, everything changes

Heart, mind, new bonds

Without permission, the sun still rises

Look, suddenly there’s light again

Without permission, I endure

Woke to my hand

On your waist

Here I am now,

I used to be there,

Just two minutes ago,

Or so it feels like it

It made me realize

What I’ve known,

That we understand

Some days are for questions. Some days are for answers.

Some days may be some weeks, months or years.

But hear me out... would you believe that some days may be some decades.

Koi Dano Ai Dano

Last Game

Taiyou no Ie

Sukitte ii na Yo

Kaichou wa Maid-sama