Hypothesis

Hypothesis
by me(whatever)
to: 夜明けと蛍

It's a story from long ago,
and it's not as though we're still the same.
There's not even a way for us
to touch the past without these worthless words.

Burns from the snow, leaking eyes from
stars that are too bright, too vibrant.
Even the theories you made-up about you, me, them,
is an empty well dried up in history.

There isn't a point in dwelling like this,
even if it's to try and understand what went wrong. 
the more you flail and scream, the closer the pain will be.
I know this.

There's no such thing as someone who isn't human,
all fallen and drowned under hopeless motivations.
beyond the barrier, in the green, green grass
there's still no way for you to escape yourself.

When morning comes, on a day faraway from now,
I hope that even in the way I think, you'll be a stranger.
But for now, walk on, walk on, walk on,
hand-in-hand with your philosophy.

camouflage

camouflage
by me(whatever)
to: Fullkawa Honpo- mugs

tell me, what's beyond these present days,
a dimension no one can touch.
a room in the classroom, white and
water-colored lamps from the ceiling.

I'm normal, utterly normal.
in a way I'm just as transparent and unneeded
as the you who is cut off from our world.
Just like the words written on the Polaroid

I want to see you once again,
touch you, tell you, all the things inside my head.
In the end, how much of me is really me?
the human soul is trapped inside firefly jars.

No matter how much you try to see clearly,
the present blurs with the effects of the past.
Tell me, is the reality that I view now
really something I can only see alone?

by me(whatever) 4/17/15
to: People in the Box- Seijatachi

The city's overridden in gray clouds,
your wet hair sticks to your forehead-
hard to tell if it's sweat or the humidity
a bird flies an arc across the sunlight
streaming through the window
reminding you of a childhood memory
a place that can never be reached again.

In these empty days,
Searching for the place you truly belong
a piece of paper rustles,
returning your attention to your present task
umbrella in the lost and found
the sidewalk spots and darkens in the rain
and it's time for you to head home.

by me(whatever) 4/14/15
to: Akino Arai- Kakusei Toshi

Today came and left,
leaving only memories
for me to hold onto
and change.

I want to live where you do,
a place the wind continues to flow.
Open your eyes to see at last
the one, true reality the dreams were based on.

If you take one step forward,
you can change not only the present.
As the present fades,
it adds itself to the past.

Stop hiding!
Even the fear is based on illusion.
Climb the stairwell in front of you,
it will all be fine.

Silhouette

Silhouette
by me(whatever)
to: KANA-BOON-Silhouette (シルエット）

striped expressions across your face,
black and white-
a smile, a frown
hiding the colors that make you up.

a sunny Friday leads to yet more mysteries,
with a blank piece of paper,
splashing on a bucket of watercolor
of the tints that "may, might, could be" behind you.

the landscape in the distance mixes and blurs,
creating a mess I can't escape from.
focusing on the curve of your smile, the angle of your eyes,
it all falls out of proportion!

in your shoes, what color paths did you walk down,
was it a yellow brick road? a stretch of blue silk?
hints, clues, until I hit the wall of glass between us
is it you I see, or a reflection of myself?

in the scenery, I try to peer at the things far away,
and wonder if distance is really necessary, like I thought.
standing outside the window in the twilight,
is the perfect impression of your silhouette.