Makoto 誠

Aishiteru.

Eyes like the ocean.
          
          Deep and cold.

Watashi no namae wo yonde. . .

Ai.

I surrender my being to him. My everything.

He's the warm breaths on my cheek.

Death isn't beautiful.

Loneliness.
          
          Emptiness.
          
          Happiness.
          
          It's all the same.

What does it mean to be. . . human?
          
          What is exactly is humanity?
          
          To be alive or dead inside?
          
          Tell me.