Journal Of a Dreamer

April 10, 2016

Draft 8

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Draft 8


12/03/2016

These tears and smiles and my hand in yours are memories that mean more than just a stack of photos, a promise more than the words we’ve said. Under this red sky where we met, i promise the same thing i did that day. Even if “the end” eventually comes, we’ll accept everything. “the place we met” and “the place we are now” will be connected forever in our hearts. Because if we turn around we can see our footprints. So whenever i cry, whenever i laugh, never let go of my hand until the last moment. Let’s walk down this road ahead, together again.
The seasons pass one by one but how many more thoughts will i able to tell you? We can’t trun back even those ordinary days.
So i’ll just treasure each moment of every day.

Yoshiki Mizuno –




Draft 3

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Draft 3

11/12/2015

To You –

As i silently admire you, stalking your tweets makes me stronger and motivated. The way you act reminds me of the past of the struggling me (cry). Yes. You are just these kind of people who unnoticed-ly amazing! :) people just don’t get it, huh? How amazing you are. And they don’t notice you. (But i do!). Sadly, you choose yourself to be unnoticed, instead of using that ability of yours, to spread the goodness to everyone. Well, you’re just not that standing out-type i guess. But that’s fine! Because i was like that too and i’ve been in that position :) and i always admire those people who [secretly] amazing (in their own world, in their own way). Keep up the good work okay! xD mm.. And the tweets! Haha




Draft 1

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Draft 1

23/10/2015

Only the dark cloak that we call the night
Can be together with the stars to make them shine so brightly
I will try to search for a shooting star,
Just like i always do

When the front door opens
A loud voice would say, “Welcome home!”
And in a loud voice, i would say, “I’m back!”
These precious things – these happy things – were truly at that place
I’ve gone the roundabout way, but that’s proof of having lived
[proof that] i didn’t just remain quiet and wordless
Wanting badly to be happy, but never knowing how
I, who only has more words to be listened to
Has a home that will always face me with gentleness

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