theforevermoment:

“I’m free, I think. I shut my eyes and think hard and deep about how free I am, but I can’t really understand what it means. All I know is I’m totally alone. All alone in an unfamiliar place, like some solitary explorer who’s lost his compass and his map. Is this what it means to be free? I don’t know, and I give up thinking about it.”
― Haruki MurakamiKafka on the Shore

theforevermoment:

There is no pain you are receding

A distant ship smoke on the horizon
You are only coming through in waves
Your lips move but I can’t hear what you’re saying
When I was a child
I caught a fleeting glimpse
Out of the corner of my eye
I turned to look but it was gone
I cannot put my finger on it now
The child is grown
The dream is gone
I have become comfortably numb…..”

theforevermoment:

“Have you ever had that feeling—that you’d like to go to a whole different place and become a whole different self?” 
― Haruki MurakamiThe Wind-Up Bird Chronicle