Homemade noodles and chilled sake, in my eyes the world’s still so foggy. Starving my disillusionment and making magic, what a treat it’d be this year to kill the panic.
One, two, three, four, five—I lost count of all the posted notes I’ve found, written to the world and my now glacial soul. The to-do’s, self-reminders, and must-do’s know their time will come, but for now on paper they look good, dancing to the beat of my drum.
“I hear that… Nothing new… Never mind… We’re doomed…” Their comments match the year’s theme, it seems. But people would go far to prove a point, ignoring when the damage’s been done there’s no return. Veil comes off, everyone can see flesh and bones can wound and sin indeed.
Much to my dismay, that whole messy plot never ends. Inspirational quotes can only save us so many times from the routine, repeated behaviors, and the recycled life we live each day. But what a promising future, we say.
For anyone else still living in much confusion, I hear you.
Let’s not lose hope and our sense of self.
Confusion is a word we have invented for an order that is not yet understood.
