sotto dakishimete kowasu you ni / hold me gently in order to break me
I'm a bit restless right now, being unable to sleep but not having energy enough to do anything.
Why is it that I always have my greatest thoughts as I'm drifting off into sleep? That is not the time that I want to be thinking. Perhaps it's because I'm relaxed or whatever, but I'd really much rather be sleeping. This is the time when I start reflecting on my life and what I've done with it so far; sometimes I feel so young, and other times I feel so very, very old.
Everyone has a quest in life, no? Always searching for something, always on the look out -- something that they have to accomplish before they're gone. I'm searching too. I know what I seek, and often times I find it, but I need to find its purest, greatest form; I've been after this for as long as I can remember; it's been years. I haven't figured out how yet, but I want to share it, share what I find. I want to make them see. Am I satisfied with what I've discovered thus far? Of course not. If I was satisfied, my search would be over and there would be no meaning anymore.
Sometimes I worry. Other times, I'm so convinced that everything will be okay, and it's those times that I wonder where that sudden burst of self-confidence and reassurance came from.
I'm not perfect, but there are people who make me want to be.
Why is it that I always have my greatest thoughts as I'm drifting off into sleep? That is not the time that I want to be thinking. Perhaps it's because I'm relaxed or whatever, but I'd really much rather be sleeping. This is the time when I start reflecting on my life and what I've done with it so far; sometimes I feel so young, and other times I feel so very, very old.
Everyone has a quest in life, no? Always searching for something, always on the look out -- something that they have to accomplish before they're gone. I'm searching too. I know what I seek, and often times I find it, but I need to find its purest, greatest form; I've been after this for as long as I can remember; it's been years. I haven't figured out how yet, but I want to share it, share what I find. I want to make them see. Am I satisfied with what I've discovered thus far? Of course not. If I was satisfied, my search would be over and there would be no meaning anymore.
Sometimes I worry. Other times, I'm so convinced that everything will be okay, and it's those times that I wonder where that sudden burst of self-confidence and reassurance came from.
I'm not perfect, but there are people who make me want to be.