God's Jest

You asked, what is happiness?
The dust of old books in secondhand stalls and steam rising from tea—that is happiness.

You asked, what is illusion?
This frantic search for your scent everywhere, seeking familiar eyes in stranger's faces—what else could this be but illusion?

Now tell me, what is jealousy?
Do you know the difference between lies and falsehood? Between a beloved and fulfillment?
Well, this burning that comes from having to share you with someone else every moment—can this be called jealousy?

If someone lives joyfully with their future and present, doesn't someone else become the past?
Time is so miserly—it has kept only three tenses for itself.

Every spring in life brings only lessons in letting go.
Happiness is like the waters of the Rhine...no matter how much we pour into the fortress on its banks, it will run dry.

Who is most unfortunate? One whom no one loves? Or one who cannot love anyone?
Or the one who, even after giving everything of themselves, even after wanting so desperately...cannot hold on?

God's mockery is terrible. When the Divine closes all doors to salvation and asks how many miles remain on the path—what more can we say?

Who made this rule
that loving someone means you cannot let them go?

I will not hold on anymore.
If I stop crying, you'll leave, won't you?
Then...very well!
I will not cry!

I have been blind to time for so long, I'll stay this way now...
Pain cannot touch me at all this way.

Now come to me.
She who waits, as the day wanes away...