The rain that hides you from the scorching heat of the Sun That falls to mask your tears That washes away the doubt and the regrets Embracing you with my gentle melody And nourishing the withered flower in your heart
Iyaaaaaaaa, this turned out a lot sappier than I intended. It’s not a poem, but if it were it’d be a bad one lololol
Anyways, I was wanting to draw V and I began thinking about Rika and him and her being each other’s suns (the whole ending song basically) and then I got to thinking about other weather/sky related phenomena so this happened lol
I seriously need a V route. I don’t even care if you can’t romance him or not, I just want to save this beautiful man and his beautiful heart. He deserved so much more. T_T
People say that absence makes the heart grow fonder. But I think it’s absence that makes the heart grow further from the other. And I think absence can be addicting because with absence both hearts are not in possession of each other but only in appreciation of each other causing both hearts to wither without the other rather than to be smoother with each other if only they were together.
One of the leader dudes there SHIMOTSUKI SHUN, who`s by the way this badass bweidbakjebhwqodas dude who, as how the wikia described him is
“…bizarre and unpredictable, doing what he pleases without much thought or restraint. He tends to have a meaningful smile on him, and behaves or speaks mysteriously, but his close friends would be able to tell that they don’t actually hold any deep meaning. He is also playful and fun-loving.”
(AND I LOVE HIM)
…is voiced by Ryohei Kimura, who`s also Lawless of Greed`s voice actor.
Okay so what am I getting at? Well, one of his songs entitled “ICICLE” would seriously fit Lawless` personality. And honestly I love the dark-ish theme of this song.
Out through the fields and the woods
And over the walls I have wended;
I have climbed the hills of view
And looked at the world, and descended;
I have come by the highway home,
And lo, it is ended.
The leaves are all dead on the ground,
Save those that the oak is keeping
To ravel them one by one
And let them go scraping and creeping
Out over the crusted snow,
When others are sleeping.
And the dead leaves lie huddled and still,
No longer blown hither and thither;
The last lone aster is gone;
The flowers of the witch hazel wither;
The heart is still aching to seek,
But the feet question ‘Whither?’
Ah, when to the heart of man
Was it ever less than a treason
To go with the drift of things,
To yield with a grace to reason,
And bow and accept the end
Of a love or a season?
Reluctance, by Robert Frost.
A perfect description of the end of autumn, or is it love? Or is it life?
Let it hurt. Pick those flowers on your lungs and let it wither. Let your heart stop beating for someone who doesn’t deserves it. Let yourself be burn to your worst degree. Fall right down on your knees and scream the damn pain inside you. You’ve let the love to do its work, let it hurt. That’s part of its work.
Let it bleed. Let the tears roll down your face. For once, allow yourself to be an artist. Let your mouth bleed with the unspoken feelings you’ve been wanting to say and be the author of your own story. Let the abstract in you be seen by the people who are doubting you. Do not cut your wrist, blood and scar might ruin your skin. I know, your heart was cut by the words they’ve stabbed on you, let it bleed with poetry and speak for yourself.
Let it heal. For how many times people could’ve told you that time heals. Let me now tell you that it’s you, and you only, who could heal yourself. You could pick your broken pieces and build a better and stronger you. Let it heal, not for anyone. Let it heal for yourself. Even for once, let it be for yourself.
And let it go. Snap out of the darkness you’re in right now. Let go of the pain that’s stopping you from moving forward. Let the toxic people go, you could’ve been better without them. Stop holding on to the anchor. Stop drowning yourself from sadness. You could always be happy. Just learn to let go of the things that keep you away from that possibility, just let go.
“Such a cruel boy. Telling me to dream one more time. I thought I was satisfied because my dream had come true… And I’d told myself it was enough… Yet here you are, watering this withered heart again.” - Kaori Miyazono