Text and Photo by Yurina
Translated by Yurina and Vosot Ikeida
Getting used to it
That means you can no longer observe people's emotions minutely
Getting used to it
That means you fail to notice the trivial change
Getting used to it
That means you can no longer carefully attend to the feelings in front of you
Getting used to it
That means you are rubbed into daily life until you become inflamed
Getting used to it
That means the movement of the mind becomes monotonous
Getting used to it
That means you can no longer notice the ephemerality of the scenery you see
Getting used to it
That means neglecting to know
Getting used to it
That means overlooking the exceptions
Getting used to it
That means you no longer think so carefully
Getting used to it
That means you can no longer follow the essence of things
Getting used to it
That means being swayed by the information around you
Getting used to it
That means lurking behind power
Getting used to it
That means the fact becomes taken for granted
Getting used to it
That means excluding the hard to understand
Getting used to it
That means your eyes are mixed with resignation
Getting used to it
That means betraying yourself
Getting used to it
That means getting stronger
Getting used to it
That means a proof of growth
Getting used to it
That means "self" disappears
Getting used to it
That means you can’t stay being equal to weakness any longer
Getting used to it
That means it becomes no longer the precious
Getting used to it
That means forgetting everyday peacefulness
Getting used to it
That means your affectionate heart is falling away
Getting used to it
That means the memories of the past that have been hurt so far scab over
Getting used to it
That means you can no longer look at suffering
Getting used to it
For me, that means to despair of the world
Getting used to it.
I bite down on the trembling of my fingertips in my mind as trying to pair them
with the homeostasis of life that getting used to creates.
That means it's making me now faced with a choice between maintaining life and the edge of corpse.
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Yurina
In February 2018, I met Hikipos and made my debut as a writer.
Since then, I have been writing about my own experiences, the sense of discomfort and pain that touches my heart.
Beyond the limit of self-denial comes, the scars that remain at the point of contact with society, which is coated with a thin layer of skin even now, still appeals to me the fear of "living”.
I wish I could face the root of my suffering and weave words within this gap between myself and society.
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