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i am currently reading Bleach. and there is something i adore about this manga, which is that Kubo does these little qutoes and poems at the beginning of manga volumes, indicating the character's feelings and mental state. there are so many poems that are stunning. Those poems are inspiring me to write my own; im going to share a poem i recently found!
| 私に翼をくれるなら watashi ni tsubasa o kureru nara | If you give me wings | ||||||||||
| 私はあなたのために飛ぼう watashi wa anata no tame ni tobou | I will soar for you | ||||||||||
| たとえば この 大地のすべてが toteba kono daichi no subetega | Even if this whole land | ||||||||||
| 水に沈でしまうとしても mizu ni shizudeshimaushitemo | sinks into the water. | ||||||||||
| 私に剣をくれるなら watashi ni tsurugi o kureru nara | If you give me a sword | ||||||||||
| 私はあなたのために立ち向かおう watashi ni anata no tame ni tachi mukaou | I will fight for you | ||||||||||
| たとえばこの空のすべてが tatoeba kono sora no subete ga | Even if this whole sky | ||||||||||
| あなたを光で射抜くとしても anata o hikari de inuku toshitemo | is shot through with your light. well, about my day and what i am willing to write about, i dont think i have something to input here. since i have no upcoming idea nor a thought occurred. and—would you look at that? An idea just walked right in. what i think of writing or jornalling. so basically, i just started journaling in January because a dear friend of mine gifted me a journal, which I didn't know I'd always need. My thoughts, well, they’re messy. Always have been, like autumn leaves colliding with the wind and falling onto a random place, unorganized. and i needed something to sort them out, keeping them in place, where they belonged. there is this thing about jornaling that can transform chaos into peace, or peace into chaos; whatever you want. write your rules, or don't.you are allowed to flow freely through sentences pages, and i feel like, my dear reader, like an artist sitting in front of a white canvas, holding my brush, ready to paint something that will stay there. just like mixing writings, sketches, poetry, or even small stories as a way to experiment with storytelling it can also transform fleeting thoughts and small things into something meaningful and extraordinary. About small things, it taught me to find beauty in everything. things that come and go, stay or disappear It is all written there, in ink that never fades. |
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