Written by Ryosuke
Translated by Jojo Brandel
Another day
Dust is forming in thin layers in my decrepit living room
I know that today is my last and that it’s time to get going
I blink and take a breath
There is something tragic about it
like a recurring delusion where groups of horrid men are forced to dance
in a distant country where the sky always falls and the ocean is stuck in between
Above the support beams that hold up tomorrow,
I wonder if it is unseen happiness,
or my own obvious misery
that commands a larger voice
The tips of my eyelashes are quivering
and my cells start to respond
There’s no longer room for improvement in the present
where every redundancy is strangled to death
All of my closest senses are now far away
and the dream is gone by the time I finish hanging my laundry by the window
A glass sits underneath
That’s when the tinder of a completely exhausted warmth awakes
and today slips into tomorrow
