It resonates~*

Can you be honest?
Why can't the tears stop flowing?

- Hamasaki Ayumi, Love Song

君のいる場所から私は見えるかな
見守っていてくれるかな

ありふれた言葉かも知れないけど
私の心の中で
君はいつの日も君のままで
生き続けてるから

Can you see me from your place?

Are you watching over me? 

Though this may be a common expression 

You stay alive 

Always as you are 

In my heart

- Hamasaki Ayumi, Untitled ~for her~ 

Hurt, because.~*

(paraphrased conversation)

"Have you ever regretted knowing someone?" 
"Hmm... nope, I don't think so. No matter how nasty some people were, I don't think I've regretted knowing them."

"That's not what I meant. I mean, have you regretted knowing someone because you've hurt them very deeply?"

The heart stopped for a brief moment.

Such a haunting question.

Searched deep within the crevices of my mind, my heart, my soul.
Clawed and dug, until my fingers bled.
The eyes clouded over,
and the heart sang a strange melody (which can hardly be called a melody) filled with disturbing clashing chords...

Run and run,
but you can't run away from your shadow.
Or perhaps, you were enveloped in darkness to begin with.
Somewhere devoid of light.


Have I left a wound that might never heal?
And will I leave such a wound in future? 

I can't answer.


Or maybe, I have left a wound already.


On myself.

Full of me~*

Freezer full of frozen moments

Sky full of lost stars (combined two song titles into one, heh)

Pockets full of baby breaths - lovely, yet fragile.

Head full of thoughts, yet to be put down in words, and would probably never be put down in words.

Room full of pieces of me, here and there.

Drawers full of untold secrets - heartaches and beautiful memories all crammed into a small space.

Hands full of scars - evidence of hurting, and being hurt.


The heart is full too. With emotions that are not easily recognisable.



Full, but not quite.



~*~*~*~

This reminds me of B-chan's very very good pun.

*someone (was it me?) was filling people's cups with green tea* 
"Who wants green tea?"
"Jasmine. Let Jasmine be full of herself."

Sputnik Sweetheart~*

"Ever since that day, Sumire's private name for Miu was Sputnik Sweetheart. Sumire loved the sound of it. It made her think of Laika, the dog. The man-made satellite streaking soundlessly across the blackness of outer space. The dark, lustrous eyes of the dog gazing out the tiny window. In the infinite loneliness of space, what could the dog possibly be looking at?"

- Murakami Haruki, Sputnik Sweetheart