The anime: CLANNAD
Reminds me those days back then when I was still a child, a 16-18 year old boy who thinks about going through day by day, only to get through them without thinking about tomorrow, and things just being the same everyday.
Everytime.
Down the same place.
On the same bus.
On the same train.
In the same class, the same gate.
And seeing the same teacher and friends everyday.
Things just got to be the same, just like clones of yesterday and mirrors of tomorrow.
The present is just nothing in between but just a disillusion in the word. Not in reality.
Everyday lived by as if a dream, and went on like an illusion.
Nothing was changing.
Nothing went the wrong way.
Everyday is just a day that just came and went by, just like the sands in the shores swept by the salty waters of the ocean, drifted away to a further land only to return back within days.
Those days are fabulous, just a long dream without an end point.
Those days in High School, were nothing more than something that I’ve got for granted.
I lived a life without relationships.
Without respect.
Without gratitude.
Without life.
That’s me in the past.
That’s how I was.
I hurt people without thinking.
Starts arguments without thinking.
And fought for nothing.
Those were the days.
The Days I Looked Into The Skies.
Praying That For Once, I Could Reach That High.
Back Into Those Skies You Have Once Flown.
Songs Of The Bird.
I Work My Hands As I Did With My Blades.
My Blades Are My Hands, My Hands As My Blade.
For Years I Fought Without Noticing.
Things I Yearned, Still Regretting.
I’ve Grown Into A Adnormal World.
Unknown To Truth,
Nor Known To Child.
Have Withstood Pain To Make People,
Understood My Philosophy.
Yet, All Were For Naught.
As I Pray…
Sacrifice In Holding.
