We float along the rivers and streams just like our life floats through this timeline that we call reality. It really just seems that we are going nowhere but back to ourselves and to where we have come from.

Life is peaceful when waters abound. Little do we know that through this peace, rage can be born. It was afterall, water that decimated the lands so long ago when God cursed the Earth.

The concept of freedom has long been used into daily living, ominous and unsuspecting. We take our freedoms for granted and lean only onto our temporary reprieve. Will we ever truly be free?

We search for companions even in the non-tangible planes of existence such as the Internet. Still, does this truly mean that we have found people to be with? The virtual world isn’t real after all, therefore leaving many of us trapped in this tangible world we call the truth.

I continue my journey, but nothing else is worth finding or looking for anymore…

アイモ～鳥のひと[Aimo ~ Tori no Hito] - 中島愛[Nakajima Ai]

Aimo aimo
ne-deru ru-she
noina miria
enderu purodea
fotomi

koko wa attaka na umi dayo

ru-rei rureia
sora wo mau hibari wa nami da
ru-rei rureia
omae wa yasahi midori no ko
aimo aimo
ne-deru ru-she
noina miria
enderu purodea
fotomi

koko wa attaka na umi dayo

mune no oku ni nemuru ookina ookina itsukushimi wa
tsunagu te no hira no ondo de shizuka ni me wo samasu yo

koko wa attaka na umi dayo

aimo aimo ne-deru ru-she
mukashi minna hitotsu datta sekai
oide attaka na sora dayo

People travel everyday, going by their business. Viewing passages through the glass that are mostly ignored, humans are nomadic by nature. When we settle, we will eventually want to travel again.

Same goes for my heart. It has settled comfortably but my mind wants to move on. The pain lives in the present but will it still be there in the future as I move along?

The sound of blissful tones and high pitched melodies can soothe the souls of the tormented and demented. However, music can fuel the fire of the remnants of the past. The past where painful memories linger.

Music is my soul and my torment. It can either relieve my anguish or cause me more pain as I remember the sins I have committed.

Fire rages, it rages, it consumes, it destroys and it instills fear into the hearts of every living thing. We only realize that fire is there to force us to remember that this universe was made with the help of fire and that the universe ends with the help of fire as well.

Looking through the glass on the street below reminds me how high I have climbed. Perhaps God is telling me to slow down and look where I’ve been to. Indeed I have climbed high but at what cost?

Its a long way down. It will take time for me to remember and learn what the past has brought…

Togetherness. One must seek a partner in life to share happiness, pain and anger. But if that companionship is hindered by the single factor of racial misunderstanding, all can go wrong. When will people understand that nationality, race and beliefs matter not when we are all human?