My dear,
Have I told you how much you mean to me
As how the sun is meaningful to the moon
For one does not have worth without the other
Because they need their rightful half?
Like the rabbit pounding medicine on the moon
I knew you stared at me from afar
Always looking, always admiring
Never knowing when to stop
You started as a small seed planted in ice
Scared and confused, certainly ever lost
Roots struggling to grow and lengthen
Searching for a grip in the soil of your home
And after many toils of the land
The cold tempting for your death
You finally bloomed, the color of the sun
And you were beautiful
But some people fear change, flower
They reject what they do not understand
For that you withered away your petals
Losing what you were along the way
And I deeply feared for you, my soul.
Because not all lost can be recovered
Instead they will be left in the darkness
With only the winter as their sole companion
I did not want to lose you
"Become one with me."
It was what you always say, even now
So great was your desire for friendship
So great was your desire to kill your loneliness
For you were always alone, were you not?
Ever since you were small, I knew
I knew, and I was too ignorant of it
To think happiness was something you had
Was my ultimate downfall
Realizing the mistake that was made
I tried to sew back together what was torn
And yet made another tear
In the never ending turns of the world
It took me a long time to do so
After that you were decided
That you were going to appease the god
The god which dealt the hand of suffering
And so the boundary was made
Lines drawn across the dirt, written in blood
The minds of the people divided into three
Of which you were one of them
Finally.
But…
The world keeps spinning, my sunflower.
We cling to our happiness as if it is our last
Basking in what is our own versions of paradise
Thinking that what we have will never be taken
And will remain as it is forever
What fools we are.
I will tell you something.
Nothing lasts for eternity, except for time
And perhaps even that will fade away
Its ashes scattered by the wind and rain
Across another newborn existence
Hand in hand, we are never satisfied
With what is in our present grasp
It is both a blessing and curse, you know
For progress and misunderstanding is born of it.
What chance, then, does our wants have?
Stubbornness is a consequential thing
It may be called resistance, or ignorance
Perhaps both, if so you prefer
But they are the same.
Maybe that was your ultimatum
In forging your most desired union
A union between you and I
The union that will break you once more
It is a natural thing, this blindness
Not being able to see through the haze
One which we create ourselves
Because of the satisfaction of getting
And that was a great mistake.
I have been here long before you, flower
And like everything else, I created wrongdoings
Too much for a human, but never enough for us
This trying and hurting and breaking we do
And it will be done again and again.
