/jp/ - Otaku Culture

Either I'm crazy or I'm just madly in love, I don't know.
Voluptuous curves, that deliciously golden blonde hair she has.
Even her dainty little feet, on those high heel flats.
Rolling her flowy skirt with every movement she makes.
Yet, I can't help but feel pain looking at her.

Just for a second, I wish that I could feel her warm body, her warm touch against mine.
Placing her head onto my shoulder and resting on it, her locks brushing against my cheek.

Many people in my family think that I've gone mad.
Each wall in my room, plastered with posters and pictures of her image as if it's wallpaper.
My shelves, filled to the brim with figures and drawings that I've made of her, from cards to t-shirt, I have it all.
Eternally being with my beloved in my safe haven.

Inside though, I know that I cannot be with her.
Such it is the truth, that we are seperated by an entire dimension.

For this, I greatly regret my existence in this world.
Only one thing left for me to do in order to complete my task.
Ritualizing my soul and sacrificing it, giving it that last one shot in hopes of making it to the other side.
Come forth to me God, if you are out there.
Enter into my hope and bring me my one desire to be with her, through only one single thing.
Death.