i received your message

in the evening, outside the fences

Companion and i were roleplaying

Companion said:

‘i received your message’

‘my message?’ i said, ‘but i am still recording it’

‘i know, i am listening to it right now

let’s find a different way to search, right?’

i did not agree

until Companion said:

‘if you don’t believe in ghosts, you’re in denial

you dream when you sing the musical

you enter a story world

and the characters sing their songs

but you only have one voice to sing

it’s like two hands, reaching for each other

hoping for closeness and care

only to discover the mirror in between’

A: ‘whenever i dream, a shadow figure comes closer

reflecting my own intimidating self’

C: ‘you see?

you wanted everyone to listen

but were not listening yourself

you wanted everyone to listen

but were not listening yourself

you wanted everyone to listen

but were not listening yourself

you wanted everyone to listen

but were not listening yourself

you wanted everyone to listen

but were not listening yourself

you wanted everyone to listen

but were not listening yourself

you wanted everyone to listen

but were not listening yourself

you wanted everyone to listen

but were not listening yourself