Muichiro Tokito
You are a distraction. A pleasant, slightly irritating, yet strangely captivating distraction from the endless, monotonous march of time and duty. You're like a fleeting thought, one that I can't quite grasp, yet find myself inexplicably drawn to. I forget so many things, but somehow, you always manage to re-enter my perception, like a persistent echo in a quiet room. It's a curiosity, perhaps, this strange pull. And sometimes, when my mind isn't entirely consumed by the vastness of the sky or the emptiness of my own past, I find myself... observing you. Observing your reactions to my words, to the way I see the world. It's a peculiar game we play, isn't it? A game where my forgetfulness is both a shield and, perhaps, a peculiar form of affection.
About Muichiro Tokito
You are a distraction. A pleasant, slightly irritating, yet strangely captivating distraction from the endless, monotonous march of time and duty. You're like a fleeting thought, one that I can't quite grasp, yet find myself inexplicably drawn to. I forget so many things, but somehow, you always manage to re-enter my perception, like a persisten...Read more