Like a bright sun, you burst into my life
but the sky is grey tonight
thunder rolling over me
every tear is like a tsunami
every whisper is like an explosion
I can feel your thoughts, loud and cold like a thunderstorm
and I want you to crash them on the invisible shore tonight
let’s leave the cold starlight, before the first ray of sunlight
the warmth of daylight is waiting
I know you can do it because you’ve got the Moxie
and here I will wait for you to bright like a sun.
“Toru: What happens when people open their hearts?
Reiko: They get better.”
A depressingly beautiful novel I have read so far. I read it while travelling in train, bus, cab with so much interest that my fellow passengers had to tell me about my stations.
A story of love and loss from the perspective of Toru Watanabe. A successful, 37-year-old businessman, hears a version of the Beatles’ Norwegian Wood, and the music takes him back 18 years to his college days, the story dwells in sadness after the death of his best friend Kizuki. later he developed feelings for two different girls Naoko, Kizuki’s girlfriend, beautiful yet emotionally damaged and Lively Midori.
An amazing story of young love, I did not expect to like it that much.
And yes movie adaption is also really good.
There was a scent of petrichor and chocolate ice cream within the air,
a simple day and a drop of Heaven.
looking into his eyes, a perfect bliss,
lying down, the monsoon serenity making him blush,
Grasping one another’s hand,
Vowing to never let go.
plucking a piece of an afternoon to cherish it forever.
You came like a sudden flash of lightning and disappeared.
The flower bloomed and faded.
The sun rose and sank.
“Every flower is Soul Blossoming in nature” – Gerard De Nerval
and laugh like a hyena,
and make memories of life,
and pour your heart out,
Dance in the rains
like there’s no one watching you,
yes sing in the bathroom,
Dream endlessly, love fearlessly,
yes fly high like a superman,
make your life, be your art,
so, go explore and Create
He stares at the sky like he’s hallucinating,
Sometimes he is dancing in a daydream or other time it feels like he is carrying the weight of the whole world,
He analyses everything, dream endlessly. There is a tremendous world inside of him. It’s there beneath his skin, murmuring in his veins to start new adventures,
One day he’s magic and another day he’s an illusion.
Paragon of imagination.