Disappear sooner without a word
It would have been easier
When I gazed at you
I saw myself trembling in your eyes
My lips parted as though I had a blank expression
We went on our separate paths
At that crossroad
It pains me so much that
We may never meet again
Gathering emotions which are lacking
Things that were warmed just a while ago have grown cold
I couldn’t believe something like that
Just how long am I going to hold on to the same words
How long am I going to hold on…
When I continue to gaze at you
The seasons changed in your eyes
My new light which I’ve not known before
We will walk our separate paths
Now, at that crossroad
I can never look back again
My feelings are too overwhelming
You embrace me in the night that is about to disappear
Entangling me with your body which has grown cold
I feel that something is lacking
Just how long have I been holding on to
Lies and sighs to the point of falling apart
Gathering emotions which are lacking
Things that were warmed just a while ago have grown cold
I couldn’t believe something like this
Just how long am I going to hold on to the same words
How long am I going to hold on…
I went to an art supplies shop which was about a 20 minute walk away from my dorm. It was probably one of my favorite places to go since I came to college. It gave me a feeling of calm and serenity, like no matter what happened in the world, I could always relax in the midst of rows and rows of paper, paint and brushes that always had their distinct smells.
This time though, I went with an old friend, Yu. I've known her ever since 5th grade, and being one year older and so much more advanced than me in art, she had always been a person I look up to. We've been told that we look pretty alike, and I guess we both took up the common misconception from our friends and called each other sisters. It's pretty fitting, since we do have similar general interests, and she is my sister-figure. We don't see or talk to each other often, because we're always swamped by our own problems (well, the problems of people around us, psychology students are usually people whose friends turn for help, we concluded after a nice chat.) But whenever we do see each other again, there doesn't seem like there's any barrier to speak of.
Inside the art shop, we were looking through a shelf full of patterned paper. I pointed at one of them and said: "I bet Sakura would like this one." She nodded and agreed, then pointed at another sheet: "This one is pretty too." she said, and then without knowing it, we both said: "Momoko would like this one." at the same time. We shared a laugh that really felt like the rest of the world wasn't there.
I guess that's the kind of friendship that really lasts a lifetime. To be able to talk without a barrier, to talk about the past and mutual friends without much of a reserve. Our lives couldn't be any more different now that we're not in high school anymore, but I've never felt so close to her. It's these kind of moments that ease the loneliness of being in a country well over 10 hours worth of plane ride away from home.
On a lighter note, now that I've bought myself a nice paper holding folder and an art pad, I can take my time and draw all I want now!
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