during a fated night, i think—
how many people are lonely? how many people are suffering? as i am wingless, i cannot fly them off to a better place, nor i can flee from humanity's pain. if we were all one and the same, confined as a single mass of warm nothing inside heaven's womb, i am sure we would all be happier.
—however, that may not be what i will think tomorrow, and maybe this wasn't what i thought yesterday. even so, the boundary between the other and me doesn't change, and i am still myself when dawn breaks.
is only what is happening now real? of course not, so if the past is an unchangeable truth, then the future is a truth you mold yourself. otherwise, they would both be fiction.
as such, fantasies are nothing more than "impossible futures", but that doesn't mean they aren't real. i will believe in the tomorrow i wish for, even if the present becomes more and more blurry.
ワタクシは 可愛いです、天使です、人形です、ローゼンメイデンです、アイドルです、二次元です、 シアワセです。
(drowning in the things i love the most, i fall deeper into my slumber with a calm heart.)