外の音が鳴り止む時間 闇に 着飾れた水面
子を追いかけて飛ぶコウモリを 見上げて深く息した
When all sound outside stops the water’s surface is decorated by the darkness
As I looked up at the bats chasing their children I breathed a deep sigh
痛みに 鈍くなりだす年齢 ひそひそ笑うように踊るルアー
藻がこびりつく世界に飲み込まれて行けないな行けないな
The years beginning to sound dully into my pain are a lure dancing like quiet laughter
I mustn’t be sucked into the world of clinging algae
だから今を 置いて 上へ 飛びたいな
That’s why I want to fly up above now
泡になって消えていく石鹸 頭の多くを占めてる不安を
こねくり回して川に放り投げて捨てたいな捨てたいな
Like soap disappearing into bubbles, I want to wash away the many worries occupying my mind by throwing them in the river
だから今を 置いて 上へ 飛びたいな
That’s why I want to fly up above now
ホーリーダンス ホーリーダンス ホーリーダンス 放り出して 逃げ込んだ
ホーリーダンス ホーリーダンス 放り出して 逃げ込んだ
HOLY DANCE HOLY DANCE HOLY DANCE I threw them away and escaped
HOLY DANCE HOLY DANCE I threw them away and escaped
だから今を 置いて 上へ 飛びたいな
That’s why I want to fly up above now
ホーリーダンス ホーリーダンス ホーリーダンス 放り出して 逃げ込んだ
ホーリーダンス ホーリーダンス 放り出して 逃げ込んだ
HOLY DANCE HOLY DANCE HOLY DANCE I threw them away and escaped
HOLY DANCE HOLY DANCE I threw them away and escaped
ホーリーダンス ホーリーダンス 放り出して 逃げ込んだ
ホーリーダンス ホーリーダンス 放り出して 逃げ込んだ
HOLY DANCE HOLY DANCE HOLY DANCE I threw them away and escaped
HOLY DANCE HOLY DANCE I threw them away and escaped
Beloved, Toni Morrison
Need to reread this so bad…
the kills - future starts slow
and after all God can keep my soul / England have my bones / but don’t ever give me up / I could never get back up / when the future starts so slow
no longing for the moonlight / no longing for the sun / no longer will I curse the bad I’ve done / if there’s a time when the feeling’s gone / I wanna feel it
you can holler / you can wail / you can blow what’s left of my right mind / you can swing / you can flail / you can blow what’s left of my right mind /
(I don’t mind)
there’s a time for the second best / and there’s a time when the feeling’s gone / but it’s hard to be hard I guess / when you’re shaking like a dog
you can holler / you can wail / you can blow what’s left of my right mind / you can swing / you can flail / you can blow what’s left of my right mind /
(I don’t mind)
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repost, but apt. feeling slightly more sane and pulled together after writing a mega long wall of text to Y.
I know I don’t have many bridges left because I’m always far too prideful and afraid, but I’m glad there are a few that remain.
it has always been therapeutic to verbalise and organise my thoughts. that natural desire for order, for making sense out of everything/nothing.
I figured that I’m so fixated on Tokyo because it was what really opened my eyes, I think. being open to a new way of being, a new sense of joy and freedom that I never found here.
maybe this is as good as it gets. an extraordinary experience in an extraordinary time and an extraordinary set of circumstances. maybe I was just too damn lucky once and it’s unlikely that I’ll ever experience this kind of joy again. maybe I’m just naive to aspire to this. maybe I’m just an entitled millennial who is perpetually discontent. maybe happiness is just what we’ve always been told, always internalised - once the stability is there, no longer needing to live hand to foot, the happiness will follow. to ask for anything more is foolish.
or maybe it’s not.
just so much hope, and apprehension, for the future..
sad and lonely and it would legit be so, so much easier to not give a fuck. I wish I didn’t give a fuck.
just gotta keep it together and make it through the next few weeks. I can do it.
passion pit - take a walk
I’m just too much a coward to admit when I’m in need
take a walk
tokyo playlist
1. dancing on the empty suburban streets
2. morning train rides among a mass of people
3. summer sonic, tokyo. in the dark, the hands around me casting gleeful, almost victorious shadows on the pink screen