Last night I decided to sleep early; I was excessively tired. I had a dream about a campaign to save a baby who didn’t look like a baby at all, but rather like a finger with a smiley face. In the midst of it all I opened my eyes, and immediately afterwards I felt how they welled up in tears. I couldn’t believe it, but I was crying in the middle of the night for practically no reason. Well, supposedly there was a reason, but it was related to the dream (something like a last-second revelation that crashed into a sad piece of reality), and now that I’m awake it makes no sense at all.
The reasons don’t matter to me. What’s left from this bizarre moment is the watery sensation in my eyes, a fierce river flowing through my sclera, a heavy waterfall on my cheeks, Amélie dissolving into a pool on the tiled floor. It was close to drowning, as if my soul were swimming in saltwater…
Aka kiro himawari daidai gunjou ajisai
Aka kiro himawari daidai gunjou ajisai
Nami ni Tadayou tsuki no hikari
konsui no naka tsuki no hikari
oyogu hitori kurai umi wo
Nami ni Tadayou tsuki no hikari
konsui no naka tsuki no hikari
hashiru hitori kurai sorawo
anata ni aeru nara
Aka kiro himawari daidai gunjou ajisai
Aka kiro himawari daidai gunjou ajisai
oyogi hitori ukai yamiwo
anata ni aeru made
Aka kiro himawari daidai gunjou ajisai
Nami ni tadayou…
—Buck Tick, Gessekai