Dear Izaya,
Why can a bird fly, but yet a fly can't bird?
Why is the sky blue but the blue isn't sky?
Why do I ask you, if you don't know why?
It's a test, Izaya, to see if you truly pass the rest.
To me you do, but everyone else thinks you're a pest.
I want to prove them wrong, Izaya, now answer my questions.
No one has you, so why can't I?
Why do you smile when you want to cry?
Why do you laugh when you feel pain, when a heavy object comes intact with your body?
Why do you grin, when you feel afraid, when a threat is whispered in your ear?
Why does a chicken, we'll never know why.
Why do you tell me, humans are entertaining
When ninety percent will bore you to tears?
Why do you tell me, that I'm in that ten percent,
When I know you're messing with me, I'm no different from the rest.
I'm not timid, not shy. I'm not pretty, but I am sly.
Why can't I be pretty? I know exactly why.
I can't be pretty, because I don't want to be.
I don't want all eyes on me as I walk down the street
Because we all know, the ones with the prettiest faces
Have the most heart breaks.
But I, being me, walk my life happy and free
But I know you're my puppeteer, pulling at my strings.
Now let me fall into your arms and cry,
Because I ask these riddles, yet I don't know the answers.
You ask me, "Why do you love me?"
My answer is "I don't know why."
Love, Katrinka.
Dear Katrinka,
A bird can fly but a fly can't bird because a bird knows it can fly, but a fly doesn't know if it can bird.
The sky is blue but blue isn't sky because if blue were sky, then we'd just end up back at "why?"
You ask me because you think I don't know, but I do my dear, I know all about all, but not all about you.
If this is a test, you're just being a pest, for this is much too easy for me.
I've made myself known as a pest, and I don't care if I'm not like the rest.
Fine, my dear, I'll answer your questions, for this is an interesting game.
You ask me why you can't have me, it's because you never asked if you could.
I do not cry, dear, that'd require emotions. Smiling in amusement does not.
I laugh when I feel pain, because I know pain is merely my bodies way of notifying me that I have survived
Yet another painful blow.
I grin when I'm scared, because I know I will win, at the end of this chess game of life.
Why does a chicken? Because it's a chicken, but why it's a chicken we'll never know why.
I tell you humans are entertaining, because some truly are, even those who bore me to tears
Always have some unrevealed tale that I just love to read.
I tell you you're part of the ten percent, because I truly mean it, you really are interesting, you sly little thing.
No, you're not timid, you're not shy, but perhaps that's what I find so amusing, that you never back down,
Even when you know that you're losing.
If you don't want to be pretty, well that's much too bad, because we all know that one day that will be your
Only desire.
And maybe the prettiest have the most heartbreak, but they also have the most experience.
You say you walk life, so happy, so free, yet you cry yourself to sleep when you think no one's home.
You call me your puppeteer, but honest, I'm not, I'm just the one who pours rain whenever there's a
Drought.
Now come here, my dear, it's okay to cry.
You may not know the answer to these riddles, but you know how to be you, you know how to be sly.
I ask you why you love me, I already know why. You're just a human, it's natural.
But the question I truly have,
Is why I think, I might just love you back.
Love, Izaya