I once started to run,
then realized I was running in circles...

Sometimes,
when the wind eases...

I've heard whispers of Paris lately,
the city of love and some place foreign to me...

Once, twice
I begged for death...

I'm much too
holy...

The street lights don't hold us
anymore; there are only clouds and curtains...

I am
an aquaphobic...

There seems to be
no remedy...

I died,
and yet I was awoken by revolving doors...

I'm inflamed by the neurotic
obsessions which have...

I am
all that I speak of...

Sakura descend,
On lantern waters they ease...