I hold this feeling that it is bigger than the world.
I even said to you, since we like each other, what's the problem?
But everything in reality is contrary to common sense. You are your mother's lover and have a whole family of your own. You live in a quiet courtyard cottage, I curl up in a noisy apartment with people coming and going. You are in middle age and I am only fifteen. I sneaked into your home while you were away, I just wanted to know more about you. When I saw your recording of your daughter's VCR I threw it away angrily, virus-likely reluctant to touch it again. After seeing your return with your family, I kidnapped your daughter. But I have no purpose, just jealousy. I ended up taking her home, then turned around and ran away. But you are still chasing, those slaps wake me up and let me know it's all over.
Finally I leave, leave the broken home and you who have never seen clearly.
I want to look down on everything with a cold eye, and forget the ambiguous clues of the feelings that have been remembered.
Even if I forget everything, I will still remember that in the light and shadow cast by the street lamps that night, you watched me dance and held me in your arms.
It's just the pain that must be experienced, but it's just cruel.
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