For Love and Justice, the pretty sailor-suited soldier—Sailor Moon!—is commencing her official fan club: Pretty Guardians!
The first day we met, you’re the centre of attention;
I’m behind everyone else, invisible.
You’re smart, earnest, flawless, with all the patience;
Who am I? Just a lost girl, alone in the jungle.
How do I look straight into your eyes?
When you try to explain something to me,
They are the widest night sky;
With stars, they glow, reflected by the deepest sea.
That day you kissed me, unexpectedly.
It felt so warm, I couldn’t breathe
With your touch, your scent; but I ran away hastily.
Because I couldn’t believe.
After an eternity, you were holding my hands,
Telling me you’re not letting me go after all we’ve shared.
My tears were shed; you said you just need one chance,
To prove that I don’t have to be scared.
Now that we’re finally together,
You’re real, your heart no longer scends;
Except that, in “happily ever after”,
I am the imaginary friend.
Written on 15th November 2013.
Can you believe one year and a half have passed already?
I hear the wind rustling
As I try to protect her from afar.
Strong and brave,
Determined and independent,
Fearless and protective;
That’s how she seems.
Yet underneath the short sandy blonde threads,
Beyond the dark blue eyes of the calm night sky,
Loneliness, sorrow, pain,
Are what I see.
“Watch out!” I shout as I throw myself in front of her,
Hold her tight in my arms as we both fall onto the pavement.
Skin is burning at my forearms and elbows;
Blood slowly trickles from my wounds;
But I can’t stay.
I run and run and run
Till I’m sure she has lost sight of me;
Till I’m sure she can no longer find me.
I hide in a dark alley,
Gauze wrapping around my arms;
Her words echo in my mind as I close my eyes.
“…Who are you?”
I’m just a raindrop who didn’t know what purpose I carry onto this world;
Until you struck my heart like a lightning.
With that flash of light,
I was reborn.
Reborn on this land, to protect you.
If only I could take away your burden,
The destined path which you didn’t choose;
If only I could walk through the thorny forest for you,
And return the future that you want, the dream that is deprived from you, into your hands.
Once upon your burdened heart.
I try to run away, but this time, it’s too late.
Don’t run away like last time.”
Her voice is an arrow that shoots right through me.
“I know who you are.”
How naive of me,
To believe as long as I kept myself in the dark,
She would never find out.
Look up at the sky,
Is this the end already…
“You’re my guardian angel.
You have been watching over me,
Trying to protect me, haven’t you.”
“I’m too broken to be called an angel.
There’s no turning back now;
I can only walk away, as far as I can;
Otherwise, my tears will fall.
Her sudden grip on my wrist.
The first drop of crystal along the silhouette of my face.
“Then, I don’t need an angel.”
Her arms on my waist;
Her chin resting on my shoulder.
Her warmth is flowing into me from behind;
Her hug is so tight, I can feel her heart pounding against mine.
As the wind gently brushes our cheeks in this golden sunset,
Our strands of hair are entwined.
Just like our lives.
“I just need you.”
Written on 13th October 2014; second installment in the trilogy.
Prequel: Once Upon a Time
I saw darkness wherever I go.
My only companion, was the shadow that falls behind me.
There was no dream in my mind.
There was no hope that I could find.
There was no light in my eyes.
There was no love in my life.
Paralyzed by fear,
Suffocated by tears,
Drowned by despair,
Incinerated by self-hatred,
Shattered by pain.
I belonged to darkness.
My only choice, was imprisonment in the cage I built; I was my own slave.
Have dream or not, why should it matter.
Hold on to hope or fall apart, why should it matter.
Light or dark, why should it matter.
Be loved, or remain unloved, why should it matter.
Life, death. Why should I persist.
I was blind.
Until the day I saw her.
Written on 8th October 2014; first installment in the trilogy.
On a wintry January night, I had a dream
Of you and me, of us asleep.
Your hand’s on my waist, I hear you breathe;
Holding my teddy bear, I feel your heartbeat.
Our hearts are connected, not skipping a beat.
I want to open my eyes, and watch you sleep;
But if I do so, this scene may flee;
Then I’ll wake up, from this dream that makes my heart bleed.
Written on 1st February 2014.
A small lamp left on, casting a warm, intimate glow.
Here’s a corny joke to start off this week’s gratitude journal entry: What did Baby-corn say to Mama-corn?