she asks me where i’m going it’s three in the morning and out the window it’s snowing
i just need to smoke because i just woke up with dried tears from another nightmare again
just give me a moment i want to feel the snow in my face until my mind clears and before you know it i’ll be right here again
my dear you know how much i care and don’t worry about what i fear when i hide tears i told you that in a moment i’ll be right here
sometimes i feel like fuck the world unwind but my mind’s stuck in a whirl pondering if i’m really in love with this girl pull her back in my arms holding her soul with the cold on my skin i’m soaking her warmth stroking her hair, skin so soft and delicate and yet so sharp and intelligent, smart and feminine and we’re more than just friends with benefits –
but i don’t want to set a precedent i just want to let our resonance be our element as evidenced by our experience that you’re my medicine and you can be my everything it’s just my past commitments have lead to detriment and that’s why i’m hesitant even though you’re excellent
of the reason why i love 1’s comics is that almost all the chars, major or minor, foe or just an extra for one episode, are what you’d call social misfits to some degree; you can find the clues first in our two taciturn, antisocial protagonists Saitama and Mobu, w poorest communication kills ever, and Genos’ awkward manner that has officially been his original personality according to 1’s interview even before he lost his whole body (which only had it intensified now that he thinks of himself aside from organic creatures). and Reigen, a self proclaimed people-person w outgoing behaviors while actually not having a single real friend around his peers; and Dimple, the little ambitious freak spirit; Fubuki and her severe inferiority complex; the human monster Garou… goes on. many of the main chars got bullied as a kid in a real-life sense of bullying we all know too well, and many of them actually acknowledges that they’re misfits/weirdos, and are even sadly ashamed of themselves. theres nobody who acts like Luffy from One Piece or Goku from DBZ that goes all “YEA BRO WE JUST MET BUT WER BEST FRIENDS LETS HAV FUN” or like Ichigo n Naruto with “WE NEVER LOSE HOPE” attitude (except mobu’s 100% courage mode that is.)
instead everything is a bit quieter in 1’s world. everyone is a bit too weird to be completely cheerful, and they’re all deeply lonely inside. they feel like not many would understand them and that is in all honesty, true, but they’re also grateful for a company who is just being with them and would simply say “hi” to them no matter how generally shitty or wrong they would look in a normal society.
and those lifetime companions are not easy to get. 1’s fictional characters are blessed in that way bec they’re genuinely humane people from the bottom of their hearts.
1 never made a overly nasty joke(tends to be aimed at the minorities) thru main chars when some tv shows do it on a regular basis. but then,
1 never tried to seek for the ideal justice, or to guide the reader w their moral compass…and that is something. 1′s characters may not be in their best behavior and do or say stupid things from time to time, and never going to be 100% “socially/politically correct”; but they have those liveliness that i admire and love and actually can relate to as a non-fictional human being.
my lungs are full of smoke and your memories, the songs the woods have sung are in my heart locked in my rib cage – longing to break free
i wrote you a letter but then i decided to burn it and tossed it out the window watching the embers from the rear-view. the place where you belong, now you’re a ghost haunting my thoughts
and i don’t know if it’s the poker swings, but the thought of you just passes me like a cloud, no longer a barrage of them chaining together into a thunderstorm
and i’m not struggling to breathe anymore, life just breathes through me and i finally feel free, i have absolutely no need for your company. even if i’m just an atom; a building block of an alien consciousness still crawling and learning to walk in the shadow of self-awareness
i can’t lose – i just like to make you think you’ve won so you can have your little triumph because inside i’m just like you
i know how deep our branches reach into the unconsciousness of the lunar tunnels and when i put my index on your lips –