Why does life have to be so futile...
Why do we have to fight so hard....
Why do we try so hard to cure illnesses and prevent an early grave when we will still die eventually....
Why fight so hard....
Why.
Why.
Why.
Why do I have to be on this earth
I can hear the bustling city streets of Tokyo ringing in my ears and me looking down from tall building watching the cars go by in red streaks of light
Why is the feeling so surreal, even though I'm here lying down on my futon but I can feel that feeling of watching things pass and the weight of gravity pushing me down
Where is My Mori
Where is he
Is the weight of my boring but endless activities weighing me down that I can't acknowledge his presence anymore
Oh Mori don't leave me now
I can feel sleep overcome every single cell in my body, my eyelids becoming more and more heavy by each second but I can see a slightly familiar figure laying next to me, so I mumble a quiet "Thank God"
"I'm back Mai, sorry for being so late"