High-altitude Euphoria.

You know, it's been quite a while. In the last time, I always refrain myself from doing things. Writing, for example. I tend to say that I did some writing when - in actual fact - I didn't do anything. It's more like I'm scribbling into my imaginary notebook. But for some reason, the urge to write something down struck me this morning - just now, to be precise. I wish I were good enough (already) to make a song out of this idea - or to take the idea even further - but I'm not that far in the development of my writing skills, I suppose. My English got bad again and I have to get myself to write some more. I need my proofs. Proofs of me actually living a life I want to live and not just a cheap copy of an idea that I have in my mind. Well, there are some things that no one knows. You have to keep at least a tiny fracture of a secret to yourself. Anyway, enough of this talk, it's just depressing. As for the evening of the 14th, I shall write a review/new blog post tomorrow or the day after. I'm just too touched. For the moment, all I say is: I was crying and happy and I sent stupid messages out to some people. That's what happens when you're touched. Now the poem that I was writing about.

High-altitude Euphoria

You know
I can see a sense in the things you do
I can see the flowers you never grew
As if there were a single light
traveling through time like a kite

Mother told us "Nothing is simple"
I refused to believe these words
You know the reason why life hurts:
It's used as nothing but a symbol

You know, you and me - we are
A jigsaw falling into pieces
in an euphoria that increases
without even leaving a single scar