Can we settle down please?
since a couple of days back, i have been completely hooked on murakami's sputnik sweetheart. its not so much of the plot, (though its really starting to get mindfuckingly creepy), but the way he crafts his characters and put them together so that it all really fits into this huge jigsaw. the way he portrays sumire and the way he plays with the imagination of your mind, makes you fall in love with her mess, her huge coat, her scuffy boots and the way she has to smoke all the time.
sumire stopped thinking the moment she met miu. the moment she fell in love with miu and was no longer able to tell the difference between the 2 ends of extremity, when all things were simply indistinguishable. when she lay on her infinite field and looked up to the sky, no longer caring about anything and merely fixating on the clouds above her.
when i read this, i thought of you.
how you turn my life around, you are the billowy cloud above me which i fixate on everyday, not knowing how to look away, aware that it may be completely impossible and out of this world to look away, even for a mere second. it feels like i have been through an entire year of seasons in my mind, and everything flew past me without my notice. memories of my past slipped into absolute oblivion because nothing really seemed to matter anymore.
and i figured that it is okay for you to compartmentalise me. categorise my flaws and the things you love about me. empty the boxes which you have labelled "disgusting and unwanted" and keep the ones which you think are beautiful and worth wanting.
sounds like a plan.
sumire stopped thinking the moment she met miu. the moment she fell in love with miu and was no longer able to tell the difference between the 2 ends of extremity, when all things were simply indistinguishable. when she lay on her infinite field and looked up to the sky, no longer caring about anything and merely fixating on the clouds above her.
when i read this, i thought of you.
how you turn my life around, you are the billowy cloud above me which i fixate on everyday, not knowing how to look away, aware that it may be completely impossible and out of this world to look away, even for a mere second. it feels like i have been through an entire year of seasons in my mind, and everything flew past me without my notice. memories of my past slipped into absolute oblivion because nothing really seemed to matter anymore.
and i figured that it is okay for you to compartmentalise me. categorise my flaws and the things you love about me. empty the boxes which you have labelled "disgusting and unwanted" and keep the ones which you think are beautiful and worth wanting.
sounds like a plan.