To be someone's shadow
When they themselves are but a silhouette
Is an abstruse subsistence
Ah. He was the speacial K.
What isn't always clear is the number of lives we touch when the world is so often out of our hands.
I’ll miss the aesthetics and conversation
What happen to kuro?
He promised himself he would leave?
A journey's weight determines its span.
Protracted duration born from an overtaxed mind leads to troubled destinations.
Even when one knows others march beside in tempo with their heart
Guilt increases the load steadily more until all that lies ahead is an infinite road to nowhere!
Often I desire hiatus
A moments reprieve
One more if you please
Can't you understand my demand to take leave?
I want only to breathe
Still you expect more out of me
Do I know you?
But do you know I?