Mizumi3

He stared out at the highway. It was an endless expanse of black asphalt, with cars zooming back and forth in an endless river. A slight drizzle prickled his face. As he sat there by the side of the highway, he quickly became restless and leapt to his feet. He shrugged into his backpack quickly, struggling briefly, before snagging his suitcase handle as he let his feet pull him toward the city once more. The restless feeling still hadn't left his veins, even though he had started to move. The rain falling on his face was beginning to make him feel antsy, twitchy, even more restless; he quickly swiped at his face a couple of times, brushing

Falling through the cracks Until you land on the pavement Wet with the shine of a Million streetlights' movement Beetles with glowing eyes Washing down the road Their tired dance and flood Carries down the broken road Until the lights and everything Just brim over and stream Down your face, dangling From your lashes, a quiet dream Caught in a single, salty Delicate, perfect raindrop That carries the whole world If you look a while, just stop To stare and feel an eternity In just one short moment That's gone already as soon as You dreamed it, quiveringly potent It trembles with yearning It throbs under this painful weight

Where are you? I'm searching for you, All alone, except for the blue Full moon that hangs alone. The moon and I, We are alike. We chase after light, And never reach our goal. She chases the sun In endless circles. I run and run, But I can never reach you. The moon and I, Each wandering our ways, We met one dark night, To be lonely together. We sat there silently, And then her hand Took mine gently, And we went. The moon and I, We set out to sea. I watched her dark eye As it filled up with tears Her salty tears Filled the salty sea As her years and years Of grief tumbled out. The sky saw her grief And took pity on

And when he thought of whom he had been--the Storymaster no less--and how much he had ruled over, the stories he had been the master of... When he thought of all that and more, his sightless eyes would burn with tears. And when he realized that he had sacrificed it all for one girl... And yet, he knew if he could do it over again, he would do the exact same thing. But he preferred not to think of her, because when he did, it hurt much, much more than before... In truth, he no longer hungered for power like he used to. All he hungered for was her. Just another glimpse of her smile was all he wanted, and yet, even if she were right in fron

Strawberries were my symbol for the summer. Every time I broke their flesh with my teeth and their flavor tantalized my tongue--sweet and sour at the same time--my thoughts flashed back to summer months. I could remember cool summer evenings pursuing fireflies, and him, through dark solemn trees that watched over us as we ran by, as adults watch over children. I could remember hot summer afternoons, time dragging itself by sluggishly, spent down by the stream in the shade of the weeping willows where the two of us would lie together and splash water at each other. I could remember muted summer mornings, the sun coldly distant, when the two of

Where have you gone? I reach out for you Blindly groping All alone In the darkness When you disappeared I didn't notice at first Because someone else Was there in your place Something wrapped around you Smelling of false summer Tasting of bright sun Burning me Your winter skin And snow-blown eyes Your icy scent On the tip of my tongue Burnt away Melted away By a cruel Wreath of fire Missing you I wander Through frozen forests Breathing out mist Searching endlessly I want you back