Please excuse the obscurity. Just a little piece of Hirumamo for 'ya. Enjoy.
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It's just you and me. Here. Today. Yesterday.
Tomorrow. No not tomorrow.
I start to think that things will never change.
I go over plays with him, slowly, logistically, empirically.
He stares at me. No one truly listens. He doesn't listen.
Munch. Blam. Crunch.
"You talk too much"
You don't hear what I'm saying.
Just sounds.
Munch. Blam. Crunch.
This is how it really is.
Everything is set by rules. The school. The game. Life. Definitely life.
At least my life. Munch.
Is this how it really is? How it should be?
Munch. Blam. Crunch.
He pulls me aside. The equipment room shrinks. It's just me.
Stop staring, please. He doesn't. He takes the well polished pistol in his hand and in one fluid motion it flies through the open window. Blam.
Is there a difference between leading the life you're meant to and the life you want to?
Munch. Blam. Crunch.
I look down at my body. Down at myself.
I drop my last dose of sugar. Hypertension evaded. It crashes to the floor. Crunch.
Does he realize?
Munch. Blam. Crunch.
His hands touch my shoulders and he squeezes. Stop staring! He does.
He drops me and shakes his head.
Am I a lost cause?
He turns and leaves. The room is bigger, the sounds of his footsteps echo profoundly.
Munch. Blam. Crunch.
"Youichi!"
He doesn't stop. He leaves and the door is left open.
I look out of the open window. The breeze sweeps the room in a cleansing manner.
He did hear me. Louder than I could have ever known.
I stride out of the door and into the effervescent light of today. Yesterday. Tomorrow.
Yes, tomorrow. Definitely tomorrow.
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Whew, it feels good to do something different.