Disclaimer: I don't own Fooly Cooly.
Movement…
Dear Diary,
I've been writing in this diary ever since I went back…back to the lackluster town. The man waits for me and doesn't move the guitar…because…because not yet. Well, I caught him, Atomsk. It didn't matter though…it brought me nothing. I had thought that was what I wanted but once I caught him I knew it didn't matter…the same way I knew…know not yet. Not till that guitar that never moves moves again. I let him go too, but, again, that doesn't matter. He was surprised. I mean really surprised…he asked why and I told him to leave as tears started to fall. He tried to ask me what was wrong and I told him to leave again because I didn't care, not about him. He pushed it and I left…left him. I didn't care…don't care. I'm out here now…in the dark…in the cold and I cry…so much. I just sit and cry and look at the guitar on my old vespa and every once in a while I pick it up. I play a little but I can never get that sound…that song that played before. It's all I want but it never comes…and…and so I wait and I weep…
Haruko