It's like I'm bleeding into no where but it does not stop
I imagine myself gazing at the blood
It's beautiful in its depth - it is more than a crimson river - it's like a hundred Sakura bushes in full bloom
Perhaps this maroon-colored stream is my way of enacting wth the environment

It's like I'm screaming out loud and no one hears
I cannot even hear myself
I try and yet, before I try too hard,
My voice fails
Better to fail at something while not trying than to fail at something wholeheartedly

It's like I'm falling without ever reaching the ground
I feel as if I fell so long ago,
That time was difficult but this is excruciating...
Empty, nothing
I cannot even feel myself
I would rather be back there than here
I would describe it as a void
It is foreign and familiar
Neither here now there
And yet, perhaps, it is mine