A Tropical Fish That Knows No Love.

This poem was written some time
after I separated from someone very important to me.

At that time,
I kept asking myself
what is it that I truly want to create in this world?

I had fallen into a state
where I felt almost hopeless.

The news around the world felt too dark,
and there were moments
when I didn't want to see anything anymore.

My heart felt empty,
and no matter how many times I asked myself,
I could not find any answers.

But time moves forward,
cruelly and without waiting.

I tried to express moments
when I felt the coldness of people.

There were times when I thought,
"Why are there so many cold people in this world?"

But at the same time,
I wondered if
someone might see me
in the same way.

Understanding how others truly see us,
and speaking honestly with one another,
is not always easy.

Personally,
I am someone who feels uncomfortable
if I keep my thoughts inside,
so I try to speak my mind-
at least without breaking the atmosphere too much.

So if someone who knows me in real life
feels like saying,
"Hey, that's not true!"
then... I apologize in advance (laugh).

Anyway

I would like to share
a darker piece,
born from feelings close to darkness and despair.

If you'd like,
please listen.