please don’t leave me. i’m so scared.
silly child. i’ll still be here. we’re all always going to be here.
what do you mean?
answer me this. what do you think we’re made of?
…i don’t know… skin and bones?
haha. that’s just our temporary container. something to hold what we all really are.
and what is that?
that’s what we are all made of. energy. and do you know something about energy?
i know nothing about anything.
energy can never be destroyed.
then… where do we go when we’re… gone?
well. energy never disappears. it only transforms.
yes. changes form. sometimes, we’re skin and bones. sometimes, we’re balls of air. sometimes, we’re a spring breeze. but we’re still together. all of us. in this one, giant universe. that’s constantly transforming.
but… how can i see you again? how can i talk to you again?
you don’t have to worry about little things like that. the world is so much bigger than all of these little things. what matters is that we are not gone. we are never gone. we’ve simply changed. but we’re all, always together. every little thing that you see. we’re all part of one big, everlasting, ever-transforming, infinity.
including me. including you. us. we are infinity.
and i think one of the most beautiful things just might be
spring breezes in the summer
warm breezes in the winter
serendipitous surprises just because
just because you are who you are
and, love, this is all you ever needed to hear
orange lullabies and bedtime stories we still hold dear
and the sparrow chirps back when its babies call
the flowers dance even as the nights they fall
because someone out there just maybe, really knows
how this story was meant to go, yet
that doesn’t stop us from hoping, holding, making wishes
turning just any other dandelion from weed to wings as
the spring breeze blows even as far north as we are.
and ice-cream and stickers that glow in the dark
and animal hats and cake and wandering stars
still do sing, truly. so he takes her hand, truly.
and i think this just might be one of the most beautiful things
this life this love this everything in the everyday this
just because you are. you are.
A Collection of Poems and Words
i wanted to write lyrics with these flowers
and thorns and stars you’ve tattooed across my arms and my chest; but maybe these thoughts and feelings are too scattered for song. so maybe i’ll write these uncaged words instead.
i ran into something unbelievable last winter.
it came into our lives in the fall. and it grew and grew. and by winter, it was so huge, that the whole world had to morph and widen and brighten to fit it. this morphing, and widening, and brightening was a journey filled with light and dark, learning and growth, hope and doubt, dreams and rude awakenings, shock and wonder.
these poems and lyrics and words are a documentation of that journey.
a journey through love, lies, and other things that exist.
there’s this boy; his name means ambitious and auspicious and someone who soars.
he is beautiful, and hard working, and he definitely does soar.
but the biggest thing about him is that
his heart is filled with so much love,
his capacity for it amazes me.
so of course, this boy meets a girl, and many things happen
and all the things that happen, if you really get a chance to see them,
leave you with the feeling like
ah. so this is what they meant by “love”.
(and oh, so this can happen outside of a movie script?)
so what i want to do is…
– i want to write their story.
but i don’t know how to write something based on true events
without saying too much, or fabricating too much.
it seems like it’ll be a story with all feelings, no plot.
all telling, no showing.
is that okay?
can i write something like that?
just a pure, simple story
of my observations of other people’s stories?
is that something i can write?
It’s easy to doubt. Anyone can do it.
The hard part is believing.
So, be someone who can believe in people.
Maybe that will be your strength.
The strength to believe.
– (roughly) from Fruits Basket by Natsuki Takaya
embrace your dreams.
you know what’s really important?
spending as much time with your loved ones as you can, while you can.
and telling them everyday how much they mean to you. not just telling them, showing them.
if you’re in gongaga, go visit your parents!
if you’re in nibelheim, go have dinner with your mom!
if you’re leaving for a mission, tell your girl that you love her and hug her and kiss her like it’s the last time you get to see her (because it just might be and omg i’m crying this stupid game.)
i learned that
i love zack. i love zerith. and i hate this stinky game.