I wonder who she is...
Wait, what am I thinking?
Gotta focus on some other thing.

I just want to know her name...
Is she nice?
Is she smart?
Is she fun?
Is she a good person?

Ugh, I can't just go up and talk to her!
I don't know her at all!

Sigh,
My life *****.
Why can't I just get to know her?
She is beautiful.

Wait, wait, wait.
Stop thinking about her.
Stop, stop, stop.

Oh wow!
Was I staring at her this entire time?!
Well this is awkward!
Oh no! Look away!
Whew that was a close one.
Gotta focus on something else!

Something else!
Something else.
Something else...
Something el-

Her eyes are deep yet bright.
They are beautiful.

******* it!

I wish I had the guts to talk to her!
Wait, she is coming this way!
Oh no!

My pulse! I can't feel it!
Did my heart just stop beating?
Am I dead?
Wait, no I'm still alive.
I feel like I'm choking.
My stomach feels cramped!

She is definitely coming towards me.
What do I do? What do I do?

Do I look okay?
Do I look like a creeper?
Oh no, my life is ruined.
Dear God give me strength!
Just let me pull off this one.
Please!

She stopped in front of me.
Her beautiful eyes staring into my own.
In a friendly voice she asks with a smile,
"Hey, what's your name?"

Laying down, I recollect.
Your sparkling eyes.
As the full moon shines in the night.
As the cool breeze ******.

It was no coincidence we met.
No, it was a destiny decided before time.

One regretful step at a time,
This lonely path grows longer,
As the steps take away from you.

I don't want to forget you completely without a trace,
Not your gentle and kind words, nor those perfect eyes that I loved.

May I go on believing that we would meet once again?

Maybe one day on the other side of the world,
When I turn around with tear filled eyes.

With all my heart, I wish I could laugh with you once more.
Even if I know this is a dream that cannot become true.

Step by step my memories fade,
Maybe one day on the other side of the world,
We may meet and I will not know you,
Forgotten your face and story.

Maybe you,
Are nothing but just a memory.

I believe water is the true definition of freedom.
It is formless, yet physical.
It is calm, yet deadly.

It can give life, yet it can destroy.
Being in water you are given absolute freedom,
but you are alone.

You can move all you want,
Go deeper or stay,
Whisper your deepest secrets.
There is nobody there to judge you

Yet there is nobody there to hear you.

You truly are in a state of independence,
but its a sad thing,
because no human can survive in water,
completely alone.

Your thoughts remain with you.

It is so free, yet so oppressive.
It gives life, but it is also death.

It can be used to make one sane, but make another insane.

There are many sad things in life, but after seeing how water works, the world's most saddest story has to be freedom and independence.

How long can any man go in total isolation and with total power?

Why am I here you ask?
Why do I do this?
Why do I needlessly suffer?

My friend, I suffer
Not for personal gain,
Not for personal pleasure,
but for you my friend.

I suffer so that somewhere in this round world,
a mother's child will not.

I suffer my friend for I know that if I do not,
an unfortunate son must take my place
and endure what I endure.

You see my friend I wish not to live for myself,
I do not value my life as much as I value yours.

I live for the glory of a future that I shall never see.
To know because of my suffering a child was fed today.

My friend I live to suffer so that others may live to pleasure.
That is all I strive for.

Why should I or anyone care?
Oh such a primitive question!

Hear me!

If I live for myself, I will live a life of happiness and peace
and comes my death bed my line is finished.

If I live for a stranger, I will live a life of hardship and war
but comes my death, I shall live on through the spirits of those who live happy because of my suffering.

Am I confusing you?

It is my duty, Aidos.
My sole duty in this life.
My only request is to hear the sounds of joyful glee from small children.

My face can be caked with dirt,
My skin can be bruised and burnt,
My voice can be hoarse,

If the children across the street may live with
Their faces pure
Their skins smooth
Their voices soft

To live for the sake of someone
This moment may count for everything
I must gently cast aside myself
So that no matter how I depict
The I of tomorrow
I am drenched in wishes that won't disappear
The wishes of a future I shall never live in

This is my Aidos friend,
This is my duty,
This is my happiness,
This is why,
I suffer for you.