i know night is dark, so i have to bear
2007年 12月 18日
on every sunday nights,
i imagine dark and black sea at night, in my bed.
there're only two colors,
black of the sea and the sky,
and white of the waves and the moon.
the black is like my mind,
and the wave which comes over and over seems to describe the repetition of my every-dark-days.
the moon is the only one which is shining in this world,
and is just looking down at me and never say anything, never help me,
it's only shining far from me.
wave comes and goes away, but comes again, and goes away again.
the moon fades away sometime, i know. because, no day starts without morning.
but i also know that night comes everyday because no day ends without night.
in the next morning, a new week starts.
it's a new week. a new monday, a new tuesday, and a new weekend.
and every sunday night, a new week finishes and another week starts.
yes, there're so many news around me, and so what?
i cannot tell this week and the last week, or the next week, apart.
also, i cannot imagine the end of thees repetition of the almost same weeks, as the waves never stop, or as the moon never stops shining.
at every sunday night, i imagine this dark and black sea with the shining moon.
and, i thank to gods for one fact in this world, that is, night is universally dark, not only my sunday nights.
i imagine dark and black sea at night, in my bed.
there're only two colors,
black of the sea and the sky,
and white of the waves and the moon.
the black is like my mind,
and the wave which comes over and over seems to describe the repetition of my every-dark-days.
the moon is the only one which is shining in this world,
and is just looking down at me and never say anything, never help me,
it's only shining far from me.
wave comes and goes away, but comes again, and goes away again.
the moon fades away sometime, i know. because, no day starts without morning.
but i also know that night comes everyday because no day ends without night.
in the next morning, a new week starts.
it's a new week. a new monday, a new tuesday, and a new weekend.
and every sunday night, a new week finishes and another week starts.
yes, there're so many news around me, and so what?
i cannot tell this week and the last week, or the next week, apart.
also, i cannot imagine the end of thees repetition of the almost same weeks, as the waves never stop, or as the moon never stops shining.
at every sunday night, i imagine this dark and black sea with the shining moon.
and, i thank to gods for one fact in this world, that is, night is universally dark, not only my sunday nights.
# by isteem | 2007-12-18 00:36