I’M NOT MOVING.

I’m not moving~

…

Devouring the strange emotion,

I see myself dipping it’s own in ecstacy,

finding a place where it could run away from the restless world,

I see the light in your shadow.

I stay, feeling every movement,

absorbing every word you say.

I hold my tongue back,

like a mute, I dare not try to speak,

cause I don’t have to.

What for the use of my voice if I hold it back?

I find my movement more expressive than any word can be,

I find every stare more meaningful than every vowel, consonant.

My heart starts to wonder if there’s something more grander than this,

but it never cared at all anymore.

I find myself talking by itself.

Waited for a day, a month, or maybe a year.

And the answer came to me like a lightning bolt that hit the ground:

I’m not moving~

…

I sense the darkness up ahead,

but i foresee the light that shines through.

Like water that never stayed, time flies by,

and I never seem to catch it.

I’m the one who can’t be moved.

…

I am absurd.

I am naive.

How the thoughts in my head keep spinning,

filling my imagination,

creating all sorts of illusions that seem to be almost true.

I just can’t explain myself,

but I’m sure of what I am.

I’m not like anyone,

and I’m making no sense at all anymore,

but I’m waking up from the illusion that clouded my eyes.

I’m not moving.

…

I got my heart resting in his hands.

Pictures of happiness and glee flashby.

I wake up from the mad world to what seems to be the world I want to be in.

You see me dwelling here more often.

I’m not moving.

…

You’ll come running to me,

cause you know it’s all for you…

I’M NOT MOVING.