誰か、海を。| Dareka, umi wo.
Will anyone sprinkle the ocean over my head? I want to be showered by submerged fish and sun. The brilliant unknown, the magic that disappears when I stumble, as if looking at the cracked sky through a glass slide. On the roof of an abandoned building, surrounding the murmur of falling feathers, we are a song. Clad in the throbbing of the light decorating the ashen ground, we are a bouquet. Our wings pulled out.
“From the perspective of others I am part of the world, but when I observe the world from my perspective I am nowhere to be found.”