Waking up from an Animal State


The fierce sun barked at me. It means that I woke up, waiting in the shattered glass.
I felt the fear of resonance and regret lingering in my mind's silent crack.

We shared the blood of masks. We had to reveal it to unite. 
The promise was made in frozen affection, yet it was a life-saving union.

I was born here again when a woman left her life behind to face herself, her reality.
This place, where everything seemed real, drew out everyone's desire.
I realised I had finally returned to the place where everyone barked every day.
I had no clear memory of this place. I could only backtrack the emotion and believe its echo.

Every light seemed to watch us as remnants of an image but without interest.
It was like the text or thought in the animal state. I dialogued with which no one could hear.
I could grasp the dialogue but couldn't feel it - like frozen tears.
I was close to that uncomfortable resonance behind destroyed shields.
It was a place of shelter.

I had no reason to stay here; it was unnecessary.
However, I already knew that the more I tried to ignore that place, the more I needed this place.

Everyone seemed to remember me, yet I knew they treated me as a flying piece of
paper.
My life had no title, but I titled it every day. I was fractured into the cracks of memorial data, yet
gathered through the wounded gestures of physicality.

I met that woman there. She left our table earlier, following her joy. It was the last memory
of that place.
The place was full of lights; it was too bright, and I could see her bleached skin closely even if we
were far from each other.
We all hated the shining light, but we also needed the brightness.

I just felt distant from her; I didn't even want to be close to her. Our conversation was like the
monologue under the electric waterfall.
She acted like a person who fulfilled everyone's desires.

I just felt like I ought to talk to her, like the psychotherapist, her friend, or her sibling.
'Hello, how are you? Are you sure about this?"
Also, I felt she had no ear for hearing others' noise.
I needed to erase her remnant in my memory; it was like the sound of regret.