When the wind blows and takes with it nameless emotions
Do you feel… do you feel sometimes that you’ve fallen into a dream, that you are walking one step apart from the world? I sit here surrounded by the bustle of the office and people shouting of this and that to each other. Work.
Dream.
I cannot feel reality. The past few days have been a whirlwind; no, not a dream, but bright blazing life. Reality and feelings and the rush of being alive and within a maelstrom of human energy. A miracle, that perfect moment when people come together and you transcend the plodding everyday, and suddenly you fall and fly and burst into flame. Everything, everything burning bright in the chaos and swirl of people drunk on the joy of being simply being Here.
Incredible nights of my life, when I feel more than ever, when I lose myself in that maelstrom, the ultimate high. Hekiru, Hekiru, you who hold that power, standing on that stage, larger than life yet so very real, draw me in and I disappear, only the feeling remains. And then Awaodori, yes, I dance and shout and prance and feel my soul beat to the taiko drum, my arms tireless as I hoist and twirl the staff of the chouchin, and I am once again lost. It is a brilliant night.
And I can’t help but feel a little sorry for myself, watching, thinking, longing for… What happens when you fall for someone new? Ah, but then, even if it doesn’t work out, you can try anyway, right?
When I looked into the midnight sky, I saw Mars shining. And, just a little moment, I wished the world would go away. I’m tired of wanting what I cannot have.
Glimpses of ectasy clash, and I feel a thin ghost sitting here, surrounded by Reality.
