なんて いたずる な 手 だろう 君 は

なんて いたずれ な 目 だろう 君 は
朝 も昼 も夜 もいつでも さらわれていく
Lines from ケモノズメ "Suki" by Santara

Love, to be or not be loved once in your life, does it really matter? We see so many people stuck into relationships that the never wanted in the first place. So strung out on eachother that they finally find themselfs amongst the various automations that become a part of our daily life. Only to take a moment to stop and pause once one of thier automations fail, and they find themselves without a way to move on since the line for them to make a decision has long since been severed.

Still there are glimmers of hope amongst all, regardless of how, or who, or just as to what love is to us. Somedays, were everything just works and soon you find yourself going from the general light talking about all the shit that happens in life, to being locked in the throws of passion in the backseat of some car; were everything just clicks together in a giant mechanation that results in hours of delaying something inevitable. Until finally relishing the few moments of the inevitable that are finally layed out for us, by whatever decided to start the machine in the first place.

Afterwards things are awkwards, and we go back to our usual selfs. Needlessly cutting into eachother just because we passed up on what could have been one of the most beautiful things to ever happen to us, and since we couldn't have that beuty why should anybody else? Even after it's over, people look at everything that has since become to be and since was, and comments on the beuty of everything that, could, should, would have been.

じゃあ まった,
Orange Bomb (オランゲ ボム)