Fall, rusty radio towers in May
the poisonous frequencies are still attempting to enter the heart. near the black surging tides, the cherry blossom looks to bloom.
amidst the sleepiness and anxieties for the future, maybe being able to be gentle like this is good enough for me. nonetheless, i'll still try to hold on to my vow. the hues of late spring nights and rainy day. Though, it is tough to finds words to describe what there is about my being and relation with the world.
"Am I wrong? Is this not pure? I believe in your heart, but words alone aren't enough to make me anxious. Please give me wings, like radio waves..."
-Charlotte, "電波事情"
It's a feeling like that.
Also, after i had finished this semester, i procrastinated and procrastinated until i finally got around to reworking this site. but sunlight broke through the rainclouds as i was writing this entry. why does the sun always break the mood like this.