I ran to Kiyomizu-dera in the rain
To get good luck in love
I was lost in a storm
and left alone without a blessing

But your love
the love of painful nights in tears
held together

Love like wildfire
burning away all fear
Travelled
to find me
buried underneath three black stones

You plucked me out of concrete and rock
No storms are here
No storms can find me

You have to go through the worst to experience the best
These days are not easy but you are truly blessed
No matter how hard life gets don't let go
You are more loved than you will ever know

Is it true?
Think thoroughly

Close the doors
Are you ready to face them?

You don’t have to be the one
That opens the curtains in the morning
But why not?
How about we try?

Consecutive success sounds boring
Let’s try something new this time
Just for once
It probably won’t hurt

It’s much easier to stop than you think
It’s mostly your childhood bias that makes you think so
Children find it hard to resist pleasure
You? Not as much as them

Experiment
It’s fun to do every once in a while

Sometimes you’ll see something interesting at school

You don’t need to befriend every single person
In the same vein,
You don’t need to have everyone’s amiability
It would be better, but it’s not necessary

You will meet some friends
Some who will stay with you
Some who shared a chapter of your life
And gave their farewells
And one
(Or two. Or three. However you like)
Of those who stay
Will be your lover
(Or lovers. However you like)

Sometimes it’s easier to laugh than mope

If doing something for yourself means
That you should do something you dislike
Choose one. There’s no wrong answer
But remember the consequences
You might not always like them

When you decide you want to love
Deciding is enough
It might come, or it might not
Whatever it is, enjoy

You aren’t your ideal of beauty
But if you look at yourself long enough
In the mirror
You will see what some others do
Stare into your eyes
Caress the shape of your lips with your gaze
Try and stare apathetically at your reflection
You can’t

Do you have a hairy body?
Okay
Do you have a hairless body?
Alright

Decisions, decisions...
They make up most
But not all
Even so, it's a step

So your friend liked it
Do you actually want to lend it?
Do you feel obligated to?
Because if you don't want to, don't

If let, people will choose to ignore
Not many want to engage

You are what you want to be
You might not think so, but it counts
At least, where it matters

What matters who you love?
Relying on family's support...
It's nothing to worry about.
They'll die at some point, and you are free of them.
There's no shame in breaking off from the chain.

Keep your support, don't alienate them
But don't depend on them. For if you want freedom,
You need your own help

                                                But most of all
                                      
                            remember that everything will be okay.

My face is caked
With pigment, baked
In glaring lights, and I,
Can't wait.

My stomach churns,
Adrenaline
Is coursing through my veins,
but then

"5 minutes!"
Someone shouts, my head
perks up immeditely
And when

They beckon fervently
For me
And I cannot contain
My glee

Step out onto polished wood
Look out into the aisles
See faces staring up at you,
You're here to make them smile

I have the power to make them laugh,
To make them shout or cry,
And my nervousness is gone now that
I know their hearts are mine.

How can it be that your words describe what I have seen?
How can the words you write describe the path I have trodden?
Bumps and hills, hurdles, smiles... how do you know them?
Are my thoughts, experiences all so openly seen that you have access?
Were you following, reading minds, perhaps spying or stalking?
Even my thoughts and emotions in precise framing in your words.
Are you me in some other form I have until now never seen?
How can you understand me and know me when we have never met?
You were not there when I lived these things. How can you know them?
Our pathways in different lands, at different times and yet you write me.
How can we share these footprints and yet never meet?