I did not live with intent, I only lived.
living an ending that has no end
a tale by yu miri
I did not live with intent, I only lived.
Raindrops suddenly began to fall, wetting the roofs of the huts. They fell regularly, like the weight of life or of time.
I fumble for a way out, I want to see one so badly, but the darkness does not fall nor does the light shine in.
It's over, but it never ends...
this constant anguish, sorrow, grief -
I stood alone in the darkness.
Light does not illuminate.
It only looks for things to illuminate.
And I had never been found by the light.
I would always be in darkness -
With my eyes shut, the noise of the city lost its place of origin and redirected itself, until I no longer knew if the sounds were coming in at me or if I were moving towards the sounds.
I felt as if I were at one with them, sucked up into the air, disappearing without a trace.