Clear thestone.
Something gets in the wayof living as yourself.
Things you needn’t do.Anxiety that won’t fade.Nights you can’t decide.
Here, we call it “the stone.”We leave tools to clear it, right here.
The shelf
Small,and does nothing extra.
More tools, over time.
A few words
Why leave these here?
Every tool here was made, first, to clear a stone of my own.
Someone else is surely caught on the same stone. So I decided to leave them here.
I won’t promise anything grand. If it gives you back even a few minutes a day to live as yourself, that’s enough.
atemnoseikai — Kazuya Mori

