Wish I was in a Tsukuyomi

 “Wish I Was in a Tsukuyomi”

Some days I wish I was trapped in a Tsukuyomi.

Not the torture kind — not the endless blood moon nightmare —

but one crafted by my own hands,

where none of this pain exists.

Where the people I love stay,

where betrayal is just a bad story told by someone else,

not something burned into my skin.

In this world, every wound I carry would be smoke,

something I could wave away.

Loss would be just a bad dream I could wake up from,

and the ones I ache for would still be sitting across from me,

smiling, breathing, real.

I fall in love — truly, deeply —

and they love me back.

No second guesses. No one-sided bleeding.

No standing alone in the middle of a battlefield

where no one even knows I’m fighting.

Reality cuts deeper than any genjutsu.

Here, every step forward feels like dragging a broken body through glass.

Every laugh feels like it’s trying to hide a scream.

Every night feels longer than the last.

So yeah…

I wish I was trapped in a Tsukuyomi.

One that belongs to me,

where I could close my eyes and live in a world

where none of this ever happened.

Where love is safe,

where trust doesn’t shatter,

where being alive doesn’t feel like losing a little more of myself every day.

I don’t need forever.

Just long enough to breathe.