Mata yoru ga akereba owakare. Yure wa toukimaboeroshi ni anata o oikaketeita hikari no nakade idaka rerutabi atatakai kaze o tayori.

There are, more often than you would think, days like this when everything seems normal but deep down it is strangely wrong; as if darkness was resurfacing slowly and with a vengeance. Emotions are so difficult to control as is the menace of their presence contaminates the will of neurons. I think again and again what is the best choice to make but from the labyrinth of my love for you seems to be no scape. I take refuge in the rain, walking slowly down the lane feeling drops of acid water drown my hair.
Feelings, stubbornly, burn my chest and deny the chance to emancipate. Why should I wonder if you will really ever come as if reality is something I can't figure on my own. I need to decipher images, incomprehensible flashes of light, that inhabit my dreams and appear as real as my own flesh.
I am stealing time from a decision I should have taken long ago and the more I let it go on the more difficult it appears to live with the options.