oh, Kei.

summer never seemed so short

you and your hobbies

if you smiled less

and smiled more

would you be seen for what you are?

solid, beating, thundering hearts are for lesser men

so you say

corporeal, shackled, lumbering

and yet

yours is the knowledge of mortality

using your flaws as a weapon

all but one

that final, miniscule, glimmering piece that eludes even you

yes, even you

that final percent you lack

will destroy you

thus proving the humanity you rail against oh-so-calmly

have you ever seen a bomb so relaxed?

could you conceive a storm this at ease?

it cannot last forever

one will defeat the other

one must always defeat the other

and then

oh, Kei

what will you be?