Water and Black

The water in the glass is very clear, and after one night, it is still the same.

Hey, the clock on the wall starts to turn, the pointer raises the dust, even if you want to become clear?

I sat in the chair with some hesitation. Yes, I'd like to answer that, but my voice is a little tired.

Yes. I omitted the last word to make my position clear.

Is this purpose pure?

Yeah? I almost pronounced the sound with my nose, but fortunately it stopped. Once upon a time, I tried to consider this point, but either there was no answer, or I chose to ignore it because I had an answer. It is, isn't it? I added the last word, as if in front of the pinball machine.

If it is not given by me, it is naturally given by someone else, but if it is given by me, how can it be guaranteed?

There was a dull sound from the pointer, as if it had been pulled by a finger.

Don't go, it said solemnly. It won't go far.

Maybe, I replied, the dream also told me the ending.

So sure enough, why don't you go back?

Go back? Can you go back?

I can go back.

You took a bribe from them.

It covers his face with one hand and overflows his eyes with laughter. How do you know that?

I guess.

It winked at me when I knocked on the glass above. I need a long arm to touch it, really.

I walked to a door that connected to another room. The broken pearls came from the bottom seam and were conspicuous by the light.

I thought there would be a beach on the other side, but it was just a similar living room, with chairs still on the side to fit the previous position.

I think it will collapse, like crevices in corners, quicksand from the ceiling, or control of light by darkness.

The light switch failed, just like my perception of breathing.

If the phone sends a notice at this time, I will be scared out of my mind.

Knock, knock.

There was a knock on the door and I glanced at the window as if I were playing ghost hunting with them. They are always avoiding me, after all, they hold some of my shady secrets.

Who? Staring at the wet crack in the door, I should have asked this question.

Who?

No response.

Maybe there's no one, I think. But if there is no one, who is knocking at the door?

Is it me?

Suddenly, I felt a whirl, as if I were a playing card, pacing up and down in the replica.

When you put your hand over the wall and the ground, they disappear into the feeling one after another. My body lost its support, as if dragged down by hell.

When I woke up, my eyelids were pitch black. When I opened my eyes, it was the same.

There must be light. In a trance, this idea came to my mind.

Light!

I said, but it didn't happen.