Matrix by Yuto Ohashi

I searched my heart in my phantasma.
Or did everything exist in the beginning?

I go back into myself. I recall my infancy.

My own contours grow hazy.
I call out in a small voice.

If she walks within my solitude, I become even lonelier.

When, in darkness, nothing remains with me but memories.
No one remembers that now.

In this quiet sweep of space.

I started to get closer and backed off again.
I started to back off and again drew near.

I call to her. The world turns to me and I vanish.

everything
for
everyone

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