AnneSeraphim

Warm Sake Warm sake for your cold heart, Yuuko-san. Warm sake so you don't feel old, Yuuko-san. Warm sake so that you don't disguise your feelings in a veil of vile. Warm sake that helps you feel alive. The liquid that will run down your throat, soothing the pain of drinking away the poison of others. The mercy that will fall upon you, and help you return anew. Warm sake for your kind lips, Yuuko-san. You saved me when I was alone. My strangeness, you condoned. You showed me the starry path, in a cloudy night. And you freed caged birds who inevitably returned to you. One night. One fear. One wish. Fill my life with all I am wo

He plays music. Not just any music - he plays Jazz. His beats are not just 1 and 3.   His beats are unique - they are 2 and 4.   And he places his emphasis on things never thought of before.   An average man who no longer plays an average role -   that's who he becomes when my sweetheart plays a not-so-average note. He swings when others stand.   He can be cool. He can be hard.   He can be a free soul.   My lover ain't a fool. I must say he's real smooth.   And I ain't misbehavin' when I say he's worth the drool.   The average man is so improvised when he does something good.   I don't know if Jazz makes my love good, or does my love mak

The fear of having my existence erased. I will just simply seize to exist? To heaven or to hell? Or to a universe of nothingness. Emptiness. And if I am born again, how will I retrieve all that I have lost by being here again? I may be a narcissist, but I think the character I have right now is perfect. The fear of losing it all, starting from a bloody blank slate. What happens next? What happens afterwards? I have no idea of a solution of this predicament. The illusion of life and death pursues, and I feel a transparent fear make its way into my blood again. Beyond my reckoning, beyond my ken. When I start to grasp life, d