The Face Of Another (1996) Dir. Hiroshi Teshigahara

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living isn't all that's on my mind sweet petunia brisk and gentle skies living is a sin like blue sunrise maybe I can bloom and let you decide let you divide into whatever you want and let you outlive the darkest part

-s's.

you can rip silence apart to sparks like interstellar dust

And embrace the way truth escapes its fiery arms Peculiar noise, infinite void -s’s.

everyday is a beautiful lamplight peaking into a darkened forest

Filling up forgotten chambers,

I hear, I see, I left it too soon

take off and leave white hazy plumes

Air’s been kissed with an infectious blue

-s’s.

is there a word for the world that’s better, and takes it higher? I can’t cry anything for you now, not even fire

-s's.

Winding Staircase

eyes are getting to you,

you tell yourself that

it gets too lonely and you

don't know who to ask

all by yourself,

only looking down at this

winding staircase

walking up the grandeur of each day

-s’s.

it’s all so heavy in ways I don’t see coming

I’m part of a crack; an idea that you lack

and I’ve bought myself down into mystery

Inviting in dreams I’ll have to look over

Bringing them in

—again and again

but it’s nothing like what’s coming

nothing is like this cruel ending

-s’s.

She is a glowing beauty, pink glass petals crack and refract aspects of different potentialities, an endless intermingling of what if realities reflected in a shimmering crystal flower in a jar in a fairytale that I tell myself.

-2023

do I look like summer to you?

do I look like something to prove?

I don’t look like summer anymore

I fell,

you score

-s’s.

I set my eyes forward, still

and pray

I sit alone, watch the streetlights decay

now my room is frozen black

Distant whistles of the train

I’m amused by hypothetical pain

I sit here and think of what I would say

I set my eyes on the wall

and pray

-s’s.