『I am not in your ocean anymore』

---She was immersed in a sea of melancholy,

Seeking truth in the eyes of countless fish swimming by.

Amidst fleeting scents of perfume, a moment so brief,

Confirmation of self, a precious belief.

She sees the white glimmer near,

Yet, she fears to reach out, possibly for lacking the confidence to endure the brilliance...

---Through a park brimming with nature's fantasy, she strolled,

To the chirps of carefree birds, her immaculate white long skirt fluttering.

Her cheeks, innocently exposing their warmth, were like sweet, ripe peaches.

Yet, ignoring the stark evening moon lurking in the corner of her vision,

Because she yearns so fervently to remain just as she is...

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If everything is a reverie, and everything is the future,

Which will be the world?

She stands atop the hands of a clock,

In a swaying space-time, within an unsettled view.

Pressing the gun's muzzle against her temple, she askes a question so raw,

"So, what do YOU want to do?"

(maiden of summer.)