A poem to 74

The sky was beautiful,

But I decided to raise the dangerous moon,

that night I got lost in a forest,

the day eventually returned, I returned to my path.

Someone was joining this road,

that golden hair and that timbre in her voice,

so similar to the tender oriental witch who watched over me,

but it wasn't her, it never would be, no one would be.

My words became so tangled that they wouldn't come out, suppressing that feeling.

My mind set traps for me to defend myself, confusion, illusions,

Was it love? Was I worth it? What would I do? What did I want?

No one would answer those questions, they were tangled too.

Our paths will diverge once more, it's only natural.

Perhaps you're not meant to stay here, and I'll accept it.

In this last month, despite seeing the abyss approaching, I won't give up.

Love me or not, this life is worth a try.

- 26 to 74