Editing Kara no Kyoukai:Chapter05 00

When I was young, that piece of metal was my treasure.<br>
Bulky, rough, small, only functionality.<br>
The silver piece was cold, and to my memory, holding it tightly hurt me.<br>
Click, and it spun the beginning of the day half way.<br>
Click, and it spun the end of the day half way.<br>
The young me felt honored whenever I heard the sound.<br>
However, whenever I heard the sound, I could feel my eyes water.<br>
Click, click, once at the beginning, once at the end.<br>
It would circle around a day, and it repeated circling.<br>
Circle and circle, never tiring, never complaining.<br>
Half joy, half sorrow. The days it circled without a surprise were like a barber pole.<br>
But the endless days ended without a warning.<br>
The silver piece was only cold --- no joy.<br>
If I held it tightly, I bled ----- no sorrow.<br>
Obvious. A piece of metal is a piece of a metal. There is no fantasy.<br>
When I became an 8-year-old who knows reality, the piece of metal was no more glittery.<br>
Then I realized, that becoming a grown-up is selling fantasy for wisdom.<br>
Because I thought doing so was so premature, I thought the fact was something to be proud of.


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