Akiramenai

-How do I turn off the logical part of my brain? -Imagine all the blood you could stain! -But I don't want to lose my mind... -Just let it go and leave it behind! -Entirely? But it's still pretty dear to me. -Better off without it, it's a guarantee. You've come to the limit, save that for the next generation! Yes, drop your mind entirely, give in to my temptation! -Oh, so you refuse to help me unless I give in. -I am impulsiveness yours truly, I need space to live in. Take it or leave it, this is what I offer: Set me free and be the best of authors!

"Everything you care about is in here!" said the hyped old lady with the living cane, and gestured her hand around the room. My room. Our room. But there was only the room. The people I thought I cared about weren't there. Perhaps I had only told myself that I should care about them and that would do. But I had to be sure. So I looked all around the room. In all the mugs we tend to leave on the desk, in the closet, behind the books in the bookshelf, in the drawers, every space I could find. For a while I forgot what I was looking for, so I went to the window and watered the flower. I opened the blinders so that the flower would get some sun

She's bleeding, she's crying she can't believe she's dying He's standing far off, admiring the little flower by her side.

I sit on a frozen lake, we're both sitting there Maybe we are freezing and maybe we are feeling the doubtfulness A thousand and two arms reach out for us, as fragile as glass, they grab my feet to pull me down. - Bye bye, I say to the world, who see us disappear. But there, under the ice is a place I never had imagined Where time had freezed... There was an old book and a tree too Tiny blue lights wander about, searching for something they will never find They float closer to the tree, which smells of ammonia and ethanol. I walk up to the book and look up a word at random A clear and green leaf falls gently and lands in