Clutch

It is a story for me, but I've written it like a song.
More or less, it is indeed a song.

The first time I felt a clutch in my throat was when someone, who is dear to me, tried to push me away.
They thought it was for good, but I'll never assume it as something "good".

kind of dark, and full of my anxious words flowing through...... it is my dark present, that I don't want to leave. Because, it is my power.

さよなら。