A piece of thought 一欠けらの思い

However seemingly impossible it is, there will be a way. Weren’t flight once a dream? Now people have gone to space. Things will eventually find themselves free from obstacles. Water will eventually find its way to the estuary. For live is vulnerable, take shelter in our faith. As believing in something, be it God or just ourselves, we will have the courage to go forward; no matter how dark and dangerous and alone the path may be. This piece of mind shall never change forever. 無理と見えても、何とかなると信じている。昔の時に、飛行は夢だった、ただいま人間は宇宙に行っているでしょ。道が自然的に表すのは間違いない。どうしても水を遮るのは、結局河口まで。壊れ物だからこそ、人生が信仰を囲おう。神様に限らない、自分だけに信じても、漆黒の道に一人で歩む勇気を出せると思う。この一欠けらの思いを、いつまでも変えたくない。

Lust

The thought of you makes me trepidatious; my body trembles over the longing for you. Like a condemned werewolf yearning for the blood moon, I, too, am a lycanthrope whose heart goes berserk over the sight of your flesh. This nyctophobia self will like to feast in the heat of the night, being wild and frenzy, dancing ecstatically, indulging in the pheromones from every tickle of your sweat. I will let my soul to be decadent and this sepulchral soul will gladly have its perdition for the lust over you.

Ode to Boreas

Oh, Boreas who rules the Northern Wind. Hail, oh you, who dance beautifully. Along with it, come colder climes, come shorter light. Algid gale breathes often, the world goes to hibernaculum. Winter overcomes, frore is the life. This gelid season is your domain. Its murkiness weakens the mind. Its frigidity frosts the bones. Its blue breaks the soul. The days are brumal and the nights are hiemal. Yet, come halcyon days, you are festive: Snow and névé, ice and hoarfrost, flashy women and men in coats and boots, a circle of family before the furnace, cashmere and fleece, hot chocolate and eggnog... Though your dance is difficult, for ever as it may seem, you will eventually get weary and will finally be succumbed, until the time you dance again after one Earth's circle.