Clouds eat the sun.

Moon bites the sun.

Skies gulp the sun.

Blue overspreading air to clouds eating the sun in the skies.

The sun has no chicness.

Blue air has no devise.

Moon has own being form making me feel so melancholic.

Darkness has own story. There's awareness into which everything sink.

It means darkness which suppresses it with past, but dreams regenerate various past wounded parts, they take me into many places.

Nevertheless, past does never exist anywhere.

Being's footprint is just present at now.

Light does never pretend to be better.

It just advances straightforwardly.

I'm either so weak.

Other ones in me are seen so bigger.

"Myself" itself could be fantasy.

Night welcomes darkness and robs world of any color seen visibly.

Lightened light is never robbed neither by darkness.

Rather Lighted light darkas darkness moreover.

Something creeps at the bottom of darkness, it of the heart and mind.

The sun is like other one at the moment we confirm again.

But the sun is other one for me. 

Nevertheless it exists for other ones and me.

Skies are not closed nor opened.

It does not satisfy itself nor be empty.

Blue air is all like point.

Blue air is similar to future.

Because its unidentified at coming up to that being.

But blue air is seen directly, meanwhile past is never so.

Exceptionally, future wraps all dreams.

Future is hope and anxiety.

It is neglection and cooperation.

Light is not alone nor all ones.

But by itself, it injects it into it.

It means air itself injected light.

But it is never blue itself, even if it'd be seen blue.

Yes, only one thing is seen bigger, done smaller, known as anything, all are just so as they are.

However, all like point, blue whole air not alone nor together, and light, to them all, night darkness waits for somewhere could be the sole, but it'd be either seen so various.

Look, here I am.

Nov. 11th. 2014

First, written in Japanese, translated into English at June 15,16th 2022