You said I look like a different person,
whenever I see things unclear.
Sitting beside the open jalousie windows,
my gaze faraway,
staring absent-mindedly
dreamy at one of those horizontal bar glasses.
Its crystal clear green and blue side,
I'm tracing the length using my finger,
staring into its crystallization—
on the plane top is its dust.
My vision around blurry,
except for the crystals in the line consuming me,
I can see vaguely how it overlaps with the shady blue sky,
I'm on a lucid—
someone please,
wake me up.
That night,
I can only see fireworks around,
every light is a firework—
the moon even became three.
There is a flying little firework,
it moves
above the sky,
slowly.
Because I want to see people
and everything around in me vaguely.
Like I'm in a different world,
somewhere abstract,
perhaps I really am—
someone please,
wake me up.
That night,
it's better to not see anyone
and anything around me clearly,
I don't have to take notice of things too much,
the details,
I do not care.
And I will feel like,
they do not have to look at me too much—
isn't everything around too much?
But when you don't see it clearly,
it lessens the burden.
It's like I am not here
and they are not here,
and I do not have to worry
whether I am really true—
am I true?
The faded lights in its blurry motion surround me.
