The Chatroom

Let go!
My hands are not yours.

Each stroke, consuming.
I’m hypnotized by the fluorescence.

In a world with six walls,
No doors, no windows.
All I have
is a lonely escape key.

Time and space are lost,
In the vortex
of a recurring novel.

Why can’t I detach?
One push is freedom.
Yet I’m idle.
Oh sweet, blind hopes!

So I ask you again,
Let go!
My hands are not yours!

- Rasui Akira

written on November 1, 2006 – 10:28PM