🌌【Midnight Monologue】 'Searching for Campanella, who fades into the timeline, as I race through the night' ~Arriving at the night as a reader in the abyss of the algorithm~ +🍀【Waka note】｜2026/07/12/00:00 (Sunday)

―― Midnight 00:00 ――

The hands of the clock overlap at the zenith,
slowly and quietly beginning to move toward tomorrow.

The night is finally wrapped in deep silence,
lowering its dark blue veil.

When this is delivered,
you might be looking at a world dyed in madder red
from the windows of a train or on your way home.

Good evening🌙

I once wrote,
“I love wandering at midnight.”I would like to leave such a story here today.

As I wander through the streets of note, aimlessly,
as if walking on the floor of the night,
I sometimes encounter words so beautiful
they take my breath away.

Words that resonate deep within my chest.
Wonderful works that evoke unfathomable emotions.

However, the real-world timeline,
in the name of a heartless algorithm,
sinks them into the abyss.

This is not just true for note,
but also applies to reality.

‘People’ and ‘words’ swallowed by the tides of time,
‘things I used to love in the past’—
no matter how deeply they resonate in the heart,
within the great flow of time,
they are carried away to the far side of oblivion.

Even so, I keep searching for the things I loved,
wandering about.

.........

Thoughts like someone's prayers
that have lost their place
are piling up in layers in the abyss of the night.

It was not just in the world of note,
but it looked like the very figure of the ‘reality
’ we live in, lying there.

When I stood still in such an abyss,

for some reason, suddenly,
I wanted to ask
‘myself’again,what it is that I truly want to do.

Time that I once felt was infinite,
—now it is different.

Within the limited hourglass of ‘life's remaining lives,’I desperately keep counting the time I have left.

.........

However, it was precisely because I wandered through the night's note that I finally found the answer I had been searching for.
The real reason I am spinning these words so desperately is not for anyone else.

It is for myself.

That was all it was.

If I relied on AI, I could write beautiful sentences efficiently.
If I used a business-like structure, I might even create commercial value.

If I engaged in clever sales activities, I might even increase my "likes" and "follows".

Back then, I was just crouching in front of the wall of reality,
unable to take another step.
That is exactly why I wanted to deliver unadorned words

to that version of myself from back then.

I finally reached the realization that just doing that
was already enough to feel fulfilled.

My thoughts were overflowing a bit, so I tried expressing that sentiment
in free verse.

.........

From around August, I think I will start a new light at my own pace.

Even if it is just
a "1% fragment"of my existence,if it reaches someone's heart,
and the future me.

I wrote this text, and now,
you are taking notice of it.
And something in someone is changing.

That is enough.

That was a gift from a free-spirited creature from the depths of the July night.

📀 My current heart's playlist

Towards where the sound of my heart is ringing now
I want to keep walking forward.
And "My New Beginning"
"I want to take a new, yet unchanging step"
That is what I thought when listening to this song by three notes .
Why don't you also take a new, yet unchanging step this summer?

#BarNightOwls

🦝 'Just 1% of hope can repaint 99% of despair and change the world. Won't you weave a story with me to keep that flame from going out?

🦉'Bar Night Owls'🦉
Tonight, too, I offer you a place of rest to share the 'true feelings' you can't say under the sun with your fellow nocturnal friends.

🦝 Have a fun and interesting day! To you who have worked hard, here is a carefree 'sensibility and perch'.

🍀To you who love Waka poetry.
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