highwayaisle: “As a silkworm spins its cocoon I spin my own night I reel off the night to build a room Under the deep-violet-colored starry night I burn a light just for myself and build a small egg-shaped world The daytime is there for everybody That’s when I work forgetting everything At night everyone recedes to distant places All things visible become invisible and for pampered me gently thoughtfully melt into the darkness Inside a world for myself alone I gleam just as mosses and fireflies do Wishing to live out a good life to deepen my heart’s desire to yearn for the beautiful I weave a few quiet lines with my fingers still soiled from my daytime work”

highwayaisle:

“As a silkworm spins its cocoon
I spin my own night
I reel off the night to build a room
Under the deep-violet-colored starry night
I burn a light just for myself
and build a small egg-shaped world

The daytime is there for everybody
That’s when I work forgetting everything
At night everyone recedes to distant places
All things visible become invisible
and for pampered me
gently thoughtfully melt into the darkness

Inside a world for myself alone
I gleam just as mosses and fireflies do
Wishing to live out a good life
to deepen my heart’s desire to yearn for the beautiful
I weave a few quiet lines
with my fingers still soiled from my daytime work”

(Source: moscow)