The glass vase

It was a cold day.
The sky covered gloomy cloud as if someone added a drop of ink in clear water looked like confining, and made everything attractiveness and stale.
The piercing cold was carried by blood and promoted numbing my sense.

In grayish small world, the glass vase that scattered over the floor and the red liquid dripping from my fingertip were awfully vivid and the only thing I could feel the heat.

I don’t remember how long has the flower put on dining table. I feel it has been a long time, or it suddenly appeared just a few min ago. A beautiful flower put in the room which couldn’t be said sunny by any standard looks very strange, but if it vanished, I feel wired such like having a big hole or looking the puzzle that lacked a piece.

…Is the lacking thing really flower?

I consider in unclearly thought. To begin with, I didn’t buy vase or put any flowers.

The sound something meshes with.

How long has been the weather unchanged?
How long has it been since I saw the clock last time?

Ticktack.
The sound moving a second hand.

How long has it been since I faced myself last time?

The sound breaking the world.

A flower that Not dying, Not smell, Blooming by myself.
The empty glass vase that looks too clear.
…Ah, I see. This is…


“…My feeling, which Never filled with and Lost the destination”

The sound a tear drops.
The sound the world start moving again.


It was broken down very easily when I touched with trembled hand. The ripped felling was scattered over the floor.
Kneeling and picked up them, the tip of finger was tingling.

I’m feared, worthless. I want to run out everything, want to cry.

Every time I picked up, the cut was increased.

I’m envy of someone, It’s unreasonable, I want to be vanished.

After I picked up everything, the hand full of scars, can’t bear pain and my room that enter the sun were left.

The thing lacking was not flowers.

“The readiness, I accept my truly feelings”

The readiness to move forward even if it was painful or hard.
The readiness to face the thing I pretending not to notice or not to realize it.

“I’m so sorry. I won’t leave you alone”

Now, I feel I’ll be alright who can hold everything and can move the stopping time again.
The cuts on my fingers were cured, the body losing temperature got warmth again.


It was a cold day.
The sky melting the orange into clear blue was so vast, and adding the colour.
The fresh air was carried by blood and made my body and heart light.

The sunrise is coming soon.