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Weiß, Kyoko Tsuchiya, Bandai Music, Marine Entertainment and
Animate Film. This a nonprofit work of fanfiction written
solely for the purpose of online entertainment. No copyright
infringement intended.
This fic is NON-YAOI.
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Tomorrow
by Chibi Chiriko
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Tomorrow.
It's what makes me want to open my eyes in the morning, even when I
desire a quick end to the pain during an anguish-filled night.
It's the first thing that comes to my mind upon awakening to either
thickly pouring rain or glorious sunshine, and the last thing
I think of before losing myself in the depths of slumber.
It's the only reason I don't smoke, drink or do drugs.
It's the only thing I look forward to with every day subtracted from
the rest of my life.
It's the one special thing I live for.
It's the only thing I have left.
It's my sweetest, secret dream, the promise of tomorrow, the
limitless possibilities the future brings. It is that which I
patiently toil for, during each night that I weed out the elements of
evil from a soil that was never meant to be touched by anything
other than the beams of the sun and the healing hands of the rain.
It is that which I would protect with all my being, that which I
would willingly sacrifice what little I had to offer, only to feel
its breath against my fingertips, its soothing whisper upon my
cheeks. I would gladly endure any kind of pain the present thrusts
upon me, if it assured access into the virgin realm of the untouched
forthcoming time.
The past, like the future, is a mystery to me. Yet unlike tomorrow,
yesterday is a puzzle that can never be disturbed. Knowing all there
is to know about it, seeing all the different routes it might have
taken instead of that which is remembered, can never change it. The
dreams that once meant everything to a person in the past have either
now arrived at fulfillment, or evaporated into the hissing smoke of
regret.
The future, unlike the past, has not yet been carved into the
indestructible stone of fact. Someday, it will be, but until that day,
its foundation rests solely in my hands. And I will see to it that
when the day comes that tomorrow becomes past, becomes memory, it
will be a past worth remembering, a past I will be grateful to say
I created, and experienced. A past that I have no reason to feel
regret over. A past that I will not be ashamed of. A past I can
treasure and gladly share to those who desire to hear my story when
my hair is gray and my face wrinkled with age.
A past that is the radical opposite of that which I now possess. A
past that is not obscured with shadow and deception, a past wherein
the truth is not impossible to find among shelves dusty with convenient
lies.
It is all I have left to live for.
It is the only thing in this world I can honestly call my own.
Tomorrow.
It awaits, ever patiently, and I wonder if I will ever meet it.
OWARI
June 11, 2001
eichinkukai@hotmail.com
Tweaked: June 12, 2001
Weiß, Kyoko Tsuchiya, Bandai Music, Marine Entertainment and
Animate Film. This a nonprofit work of fanfiction written
solely for the purpose of online entertainment. No copyright
infringement intended.
This fic is NON-YAOI.
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Tomorrow
by Chibi Chiriko
---------------------------------------------------------------------
Tomorrow.
It's what makes me want to open my eyes in the morning, even when I
desire a quick end to the pain during an anguish-filled night.
It's the first thing that comes to my mind upon awakening to either
thickly pouring rain or glorious sunshine, and the last thing
I think of before losing myself in the depths of slumber.
It's the only reason I don't smoke, drink or do drugs.
It's the only thing I look forward to with every day subtracted from
the rest of my life.
It's the one special thing I live for.
It's the only thing I have left.
It's my sweetest, secret dream, the promise of tomorrow, the
limitless possibilities the future brings. It is that which I
patiently toil for, during each night that I weed out the elements of
evil from a soil that was never meant to be touched by anything
other than the beams of the sun and the healing hands of the rain.
It is that which I would protect with all my being, that which I
would willingly sacrifice what little I had to offer, only to feel
its breath against my fingertips, its soothing whisper upon my
cheeks. I would gladly endure any kind of pain the present thrusts
upon me, if it assured access into the virgin realm of the untouched
forthcoming time.
The past, like the future, is a mystery to me. Yet unlike tomorrow,
yesterday is a puzzle that can never be disturbed. Knowing all there
is to know about it, seeing all the different routes it might have
taken instead of that which is remembered, can never change it. The
dreams that once meant everything to a person in the past have either
now arrived at fulfillment, or evaporated into the hissing smoke of
regret.
The future, unlike the past, has not yet been carved into the
indestructible stone of fact. Someday, it will be, but until that day,
its foundation rests solely in my hands. And I will see to it that
when the day comes that tomorrow becomes past, becomes memory, it
will be a past worth remembering, a past I will be grateful to say
I created, and experienced. A past that I have no reason to feel
regret over. A past that I will not be ashamed of. A past I can
treasure and gladly share to those who desire to hear my story when
my hair is gray and my face wrinkled with age.
A past that is the radical opposite of that which I now possess. A
past that is not obscured with shadow and deception, a past wherein
the truth is not impossible to find among shelves dusty with convenient
lies.
It is all I have left to live for.
It is the only thing in this world I can honestly call my own.
Tomorrow.
It awaits, ever patiently, and I wonder if I will ever meet it.
OWARI
June 11, 2001
eichinkukai@hotmail.com
Tweaked: June 12, 2001