Sometimes it feels as if there’s a great distance between you and everything else: Like you’re stuck – in some strange time and place where everything feels so wrong. These mere steps between us feel like oceans – yet your heavy heart feels like my own.

What’s wrong? – I want to ask. Are you afraid of messing up this world? Or perhaps this world messing up you. What’s really supposed to be here anyways?: The ground feels like the sea sometimes – And the sky some days are hollow. I guess nothing truly lives here long.


For the moment.


shihori obata

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