Saturday, April 28, 2007 - 1:57 am

わびしい夜

静かな夜の動悸、あまりにも喧しすぎる。人を狂わせるほどだ。絶えず寝返りをうつばかりで、寝られない。不意に君のことを思い出した…遥かの過去に振り返って、顧みる余裕さえない忙しい大学生活にはまったと思ったのに。

忘れたくないって言ったくせに、今さら忘れたい。いつまで居座るつもり?君のことを記憶から脱却したいもん。だって、この胸が痛くて、もうはやはじけるようだから。堪らない。が、残酷な現実に、忘れようとすればするほど、忘れられない。それが空しい人間の癖だ。

人生って、出会いと別れの連続だ。たまにただの知り合いから微妙な始まりへ、そして受け入れないほどの唐突な終わりへ。まだ憶えてる。君の言ったこと、僕の約束事、僕らのわがまま。

「何のその」って?ちがうっ!全ては空々しいような気がする。あの嘘・空約束・傷つけ合いに、少なからず気になる。いくら「大丈夫」って言っても。

恋の醍醐味を味わった上で、常にいずれしまいがやってくることに覚悟すること。でも、この世の中には、変わらないものがあるとすれば、それは僕の無力だ。現実から逃げようとして、顔を覆って、涙を飲み込む。だけど、一旦首をかしげると、またいやな思い出が湧いてくる。まだまだ切ない日々…

わびしい夜は延びてゆく…

1 comment:

K.O.J.A. said...

The heartbeat of the lonesome night quiet night, it is too noisy even excessively. It is the extent which makes the person deviate. Always, tossing about in bed you cannot sleep with the [u] only. Your thing was remembered suddenly…Past of far looking back, although you thought that it was fixed to the busy university life there is no even room which you reflect upon. We would like to forget, say in the habit which was said, after so long a time to forget we would like. How long the intention of remaining? The potato which breaks away your thing from memory it is. Even, this chest being painful, way already it can repel quickly, therefore. It is intolerable. If, in cruel actuality, it tries to forget the extent which is done, it is not forgotten. It is habit of the human where that is vain. The person growing, the encounter it is continuation of the separation. Sometimes from the simply acquaintance to abrupt end of the extent which to delicate start, and is not accepted. Being able to think still, the [ru]. Thing and my promise thing which you said, my selfishness. “Some the” [tsu] [te]? The [tsu] which is different! Sky 々 will force everything the air does. That lie empty promise to damage, it becomes little matter of concern. However much “all right” [tsu] [te] saying. After tasting the Daigo taste of love, be prepared in always in each case end coming. If so, we assume in this society that there are some which do not change that me is helpless. Trying to escape from actuality, the face being overturned, you swallow the tear. But when the neck it can tilt once, in addition well memory grows. Still ardently is not the everyday life… which The lonesome night extends…