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myOtaku.com: Samejima Mamimi


Friday, September 9, 2005

Precious ores. Reprized in their shells. Turning down the likes of me. The likes of everything I may be. What is the color of this maze. The only real thing I still feel. The turns exist. Staring at me with those blank eyes. Like you didn't understand a word. Like every word I spoke was nothing. You didn't hear a word. Tense and unaware. I felt those piercing eyes deep within my clutch. I just wanted them to disappear throw them away. But these eyes just won't go away. They created this wall. Those unappreciative movements. One of these days I'll look at this and smile. One of these days is too far away. The only memories I care to have are long before this. The only dreams I crave to live are all in the past. These few moments are the best years of our lives. When was it ever as good as we thought. Was it ever as bad as we thought it was? These past nights I've wondered where I am to go from here. It's all falling apart. And I never knew why. I never accepted my fate as I never enjoyed my freedom. Where did the time go, it's slipped by too fast. Did my youth go down the drain with the rest of me? I only wish I could remember. The life I never really had. This never-ending story that goes on from my fingertips. So far from my reach, the past is consumed. If only I could've saved every waking moment. If only it were easier to believe the good things. Everything is like a cord. It reaches forever and once you get to the end there's no where to turn but back to the start. Along the way we may fall but theres nothing to stop us from getting back up again. The only thing stopping you is yourself. The only way to go is up. Maybe is was meant to be for you to stop. But if you fail to go on. The direction of your course will turn. You'll only build it up to fall down again. You'll never really know what happened until you try again. And your life will be waisted, you'll be like a stone on the ground. Searching for a purpose and never knowing the way. It is the end.
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