nurtured into a pond

Life is a manifold tapestry of free entities, its value shouldn’t derive from how long it stays with us. Even a momentary burst is precious.

Unknown, not even the Buddha and his enlightenment
Could ever understand something that’s already gone and spent
Is it me or is it the world that is the broken one that withers away?
Too late living here the same never was an option anyway

Loneliness is a fuel for the quiet and shamed
Close my eyes, is it time? Stay away, stay away
If I find God’s a lefty I can’t say how happy I’d be
Maybe, there is a place for me, waiting to see

If I could do everything, there would be no such thing as a “necessary sacrifice”. I can’t fix the past, but you can still change the present.

It’s okay— Don’t hold back. Cry as much as you want, as loudly as you want, take as long as you need… Cry. Get it all out of your system. Because… The only way that you can heal from closing yourself in… Is to open up.

I’ll gladly hum you a lullaby,
To make up for my contempt
If my despair gives you a will to live,
Then I shall sing, I’ll sing.

Did you ever forgive me?”
“Did you want me to?”
“...No.”
“Oh… Well— That’s too bad.”

I’ll gladly hum you a lullaby,
To make up for my contempt
If my despair gives you a will to live,
Then I shall sing, I’ll sing.

I had a long, long dream. I dreamed that you and I met again in the pure white world that we created.

You ask me if God is dead. This is a question each individual must answer within himself.

If over my grave some day thou seest grow,
In the grassy sod, a humble flower.
Draw it to thy lips and kiss my soul so

Even though everyone’s flame eventually gives out, whether it is suddenly extinguished, or gradually fades away. But life has never been about the past or future. To use the language of this place, I think it’s— “It’s always in the present tense.”

And every one a tragedy: but how many were there? Who were those people? What were they like? In what way did they die? We do not know. We never know. The way I told it, the story doesn’t even care about them.

You have to understand— I don't want to be doing this. Saving the world doesn't appeal to me. It's pointless!

“And I forgive you.”
“But I don’t deserve…”
“Don’t you get it? Nobody deserves forgiveness.”

Fate. Such a small word for such a big thing.

At this point believe whatever you want
My mercuries will always drip above your head
Save those illusions for your sanity, and
Find no perfection in me.

Buried pain is still pain.

And the player began a new dream. And the player dreamed again, dreamed better.

What exactly happened in all those years? What bound us together? What changed her into who I am?

It was a song about love and all the ways to say it: sacrifice and a cup of hot tea waiting at his desk, chess during the lazy days and music during the hard ones, leaving and staying, remembering and forgetting. It was a song about family, born or made or found or rediscovered.

Fly, fly away. Like a bird in the sky. See the world on my behalf... To the heavens may you fly…

Have you ever thought about a world where everything is the same… Except you don't exist? Everything functions perfectly without you. Ha, ha... The thought terrifies me.

Unborn life, unfulfilled wishes,
Tragic dreams at the edge of the universal darkness that could never come true,
Indwell my body, and descend unto this world.

When wine vessels are filled with blood, and when tender feelings are ripped asunder by cold ambition and reduced to dust on the wind,
Gifts ungiven and bonds unspoken will become sharp blades with which to cleave erstwhile friends.

Despite everything, it’s still you.

When I came here, I failed at being a hero. So badly, in fact, that when I begged for one more chance, She laughed— and granted my request, because it was so pitiful that it amused her.

No matter what values you hold, sometimes you have to make trade-offs. That is to say, when it comes to bearing responsibility and fulfilling one’s duty, sometimes one must take priority over the other.

Then one day, a voice said to the light: “Why what an ungrateful world... You must be so unhappy.” The light asked what it meant. “You are not loved,” The voice replied.

Compared to faint memories, having good friends by your side is really a wonderful thing… Even though they will eventually be gone too. People should never reject happiness in the present because of past suffering or disillusionment with the future.