Fake Wings

I've been tracking down the .hack//sign osts since Friday and finally began listening to the music again for the first time since before the summer. I recalled the main verse of, "Key of the Twilight," and the melody of, "Fake Wings." The content of, "Fake Wings," "The World," and, "Aura," thus plastered a wry smile across my face this morning as I listened to them on my 15 minute hike to STAT208.

Look:

Shine bright morning light
Now in the air the spring is coming
Sweet blowing wind
Singing down the hills and valleys
Keep your eyes on me
Now we're on the edge of hell
Dear my love, sweet morning light
Wait for me, you've gone much farther, too far

How temporal and unsympathetically symbolic.

I wonder if I ever went too far--if I have, how often I have gone too far? I've felt, a number of times, that I was breaching the very edges of Hell... it is, admittedly, largely a part of my disgustingly poetic mindframe more than true-bearing philosophy, but it is like the .hack//sign soundtrack was specifically written with my future (as I first watched it not long before Semester 6) in mind.

Here is Aura:

if you are near to the dark

I will tell you 'bout the sun

you are here, no escape

from my visions of the world

you will cry all alone

but it does not mean a thing to me



knowing the song I will sing

till the darkness comes to sleep

come to me, I will tell

'bout the secret of the sun

it's in you, not in me

but it does not mean a thing to you



the sun is in your eyes

the sun is in your ears

I hope you see the sun

someday in the darkness



the sun is in your eyes

the sun is in your ears

but you can't see the sun

ever in the darkness

it does not much matter to me

This is entirely personal. If you ever took the time to realize intention in many

of the deeper statements of the writings I read at Good Karma back at the

highschool, you know I took upon myself that my psyche is one draped in

darkness; in a pseudo-demonic stature that isn’t malicious, but never

pretends to be nice. You would also know I claim my “visions of the world”

to be somewhat malevolent—I have often reflected my eyes, and my visions,

lead me to be overwhelmingly unsympathetic in this world because they

trick me with what others seem to state are “disturbing”

pictures all the time.



 It is… maybe creepy how relevant these lyrics are.

It is also confusing that I did not realize the connotation sooner.