exhaustion

credit: 川野
it weighs 
heavily
on my mind.
i'm not
one of a kind.
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ahead

credit: Madcarak
ocean waves
and rain that paves
the way ahead of me.

i walk on water
an awkward totter
toward the way ahead of me.

even if i fall
it won't hurt at all
this way ahead of me.

there's no concrete
beneath my feet
or the way ahead of me.

i'll surely drown
if i'm pulled down
the way ahead of me.

my world

credit: saaaz
i float along in a world all my own
where i'll pass you by, all alone.
like a traveler drifting through,
i'll only be around for a minute or two.
i don't need a lot of space,
but i can't seem to find my place.
no matter how small my world may be
it seems way too big for just me.

forgotten

credit: げみ
history will not remember me
but this cafe will
if only because of the bill.

it's my favorite spot
because i can enjoy being alone
while others are on their phones.

it feels good to go unnoticed;
it's a liberating feeling
from thoughts that send me reeling.

i am free when forgotten.

i casually sip my latte
and i cannot see
anyone looking at me.

i can close my eyes
and take in the muted voices
while i analyze my choices.

it's rather amusing to go unnoticed
when you're a ghost
casually sipping on dark roast.

i am free when forgotten.

normal

credit: Tillie Walden
this world is beautiful
or so they say
but why, then, am i gray?

i am the forgotten palette
of muted tones
and aching bones.

i am not normal.

i'm surrounded by colors
so varied and vibrant
while mine are silent.

in a world so vivid
it seems i stand apart
because of my gray heart.

i am not normal.

4:00 p.m.

credit: 川野
there's something about
the not quite
middle of the day--
that time between
noon and dusk--
that doesn't feel right.
i've lost my morning spur
and it's too early to relax like night.
i'm stressed and i'm depressed
caught between the two times
when i actually do feel fine.
those lost hours of the day
when i don't feel okay.

memories

credit: ふすい
i'm not quite sure
if it would be better for me
to forget about her
or cherish those memories.
i'd like to forget,
but my memories break through
like a dense fog lifted
and reminded me the world is still there.
i preferred the misty veil
where each direction is the same
and everything
was up to fate.
it's painful to see
where you've come from
and how far
you still have yet to go.