Mad Girl’s Love Song

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead;

I lift my lids and all is born again.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

The stars go waltzing out in blue and red,

And arbitrary blackness gallops in:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I dreamed that you bewitched me into bed

And sung me moon-struck, kissed me quite insane.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

God topples from the sky, hell’s fires fade:

Exit seraphim and Satan’s men:

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

I fancied you’d return the way you said,

But I grow old and I forget your name.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)

I should have loved a thunderbird instead;

At least when spring comes they roar back again.

I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead.

(I think I made you up inside my head.)”

—Sylvia Plath, Mad Girl’s Love Song

You’re fading, fading, fading, and slowly you become a mere product of my crooked imagination. Are you still real? Should I go to sleep to see you again?

Namida

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

Longing

Do you remember how I waved when I saw you coming out of the gate in the airport? Have you any idea of how insecure I felt then? Well, let me tell you about it. We hugged, and I’m sure you remember, because a policeman scolded us for leaving your luggage unattended. However, by then I felt we were old friends, and I was very scared about that. What if your heart had been emptied from the sparks that had always moved it toward me, and therefore I had to remove the sparks that moved me to you and smile at you as friends do? What if distance and time had corroded the bond between us?

We talked. We were still friends. We laughed. We took a cab. I sat beside you, and the moment that followed our sitting there became —believe me— one of the most decisive and beautiful memories in my life. I took a chance, a risk, I played my wildcard… and I sent my hand to fetch yours. I don’t know what I was thiking then, maybe I was too frightened by the possibility of a negative outcome. But when your hand held mine so firmly, and when they touched each other so… so full of yearning, as if there could never be a better place for them to be than right there on our laps, dancing and kissing in a way we knew we could not… then I knew nothing had changed, and happiness could still reside in my heart, fueled by yours.

My hand is longing for yours again. When will it be back?

“Now Psyche would have slept for ever, had not Eros, now recovered from his sickness, come to her and awakened her, which was bound to happen. For there is no place for Love to dwell except in the Soul, who animates all things, and there is no meaning for the Soul to live and be awake except for the sake of Love.”

Psyche, Greek Mythology Link

*sigh*