The third is the Floating World, the Reality. In this world, everyone is sad, or happy, or angry. Maybe a bit of it all at once, but usually not. That’s a hard combination to achieve. People hate and fight, but people love and kiss; no one is perfect, and neither is society. The sun shines some days. On others, the sky is sodden with tears of the clouds. It is imperfect. Live, die, in the grey. This is where I want to love you again.
So meet me where the sky touches the sea.
Wait for me where the Floating World begins.
The Floating World by bicheul