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?