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Kichiya Hayashi Nov 2021
Konnichiwa! My name is Kichiya. Most people find me distant at first but once you get to know me, you'll see that it's the other way around. I'm a direct person, I state what I have in mind without hesitation. Sometimes I hold back but I find it hard to keep what it needs to be addressed over protecting someone's fragile ego. With that, I may appear to be brutally honest, but I expect likewise. I love simple things in life, and I'm extremely thankful for what's upon and what I'm given. I love cooking and trying out new things. I'm always up for an adventure and meeting different kinds of people. I'm very easy going and I like making others laugh. Some people may find me a bit complicated but I'm not afraid to take the initiative. Generally, I’m a nice person but please don’t cross me or I’ll never look at you the same way again.

I do fancy anything that look better sketchy and unresolved in my eyes. Just like anything else when endowed with a sense of implicitness and mystery hanging in the air. Yet, If there is something I should state so early, I'm very reserved and I filter people that deserves to be kept in my life. I have nothing soulful to absorb from superficial connections, of any kind.

Theoretically speaking, I'm most probably not your usual cup of tea! I dislike (our) modernity. I swear. This isn't because I have any fetish going against the flow. Most people value harmony and coexistence in their life, so do I. Call me reactive if you want, but the times we live in feel to me completely cold, morally downgrading, highly narcissistic, and thus, bluntly disenchanted. Although I feel somewhat indifferent, I do not think that I should be melancholic about life anymore but rather be more enthusiastic for things this life on earth has to unfold  as long as I'm breathing. That said, I'm not closing my doors for possibilities.
Chris Thomas Sep 2016
"You have rendered me useless, world!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
His arms flail about as he sinks beneath
The implicitness in the error of his ways

"This gain is no longer worth the pain!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
The clouds break like porcelain
Piercing his flesh with drops of his deity

"Terrors of the light, be free of me now!"
He shouts from the bottom of the sky
Encumbered shoulders unknot themselves
And the depths swallow him, to be made anew

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