Go in a phenomenon soon,
when the rainbow stands
close to the Shaman’s sight.

Drink from the water
in the middle of the night.

The eye loses a star soon,
falling on the Blue full moon.

one and two are both three letters,
so one and two are just three.
and three has five letters,
and that's how it will be.

In colors from the hue
A secrets etched blue
A light began to shine
O in once upon a time

Blowing bubbles to the top,

plopediepopediepop!

Am I merely that rose, blooming once,
withering twice, always myself,
but never alone

I realize something,
as I feel… strange—
a love like you.

You did that too.
I once knew,
saw more than I do.

Once… twice…
three times too late.

The rest doesn’t matter.
Because now I see—
that love shaped me.

But I can’t be.
I hide myself in shame;
that’s what it became.

It’s all a game…
walking in and out of fame.

Isn’t that… lame?

A family is no longer strange
But i lost the meaning of each member
Friends… I dont remeber

Is there a light in the world that can shed clarity on these questions? My voice sounds sorrowful, as if it’s weeping in the silence that has been stolen, never fully closed off, and unable to share what is real. In thought, one might ponder:

How can I inflict harm with forbidden words while tearing apart from what I truly desire? Secrets are etched in books, captured between lines, frozen in a soft revelation.

I am trapped in thoughts. The sorrow of a trusted one who has been deceived. And then... I realize I have changed and taken leave of a chill that lies deep beneath, but never revealed.

I ask: is this who I truly see? Always revisiting earlier questions, one wonders who we were now, in the present. With every breath comes the question:

If everything becomes later, and stopping only continues to move forward, will we proceed incomprehensibly? Or can we not escape the ignorance of a tear never forgiven?