September 3rd, 2012
Chasing Butterflies
Anime Relations: Chobits
9/3/12
Perched on the ledge,
The skies fly above her head.
Light radiates from stars,
All seeming so far.
She looks down at the waves,
And then up at the moon.
The wind rustles the leaves by her feet and the messy hair on her head.
She traces scars on the rough texture of the cliff.
She wished that time would move faster
Or that at least life would be filled with more meaning ---
More production than just missing someone day and night who would never think of, love, or be there for her in return.
Sometimes she would step closer to the edge
and peer down into the hungry waves.
But she just couldn’t do it to herself.
She believed that maybe someday someone would care about her and be really sad if she took her own life.
Then they’d never get to know her or hold her close, tell her jokes.
No one would ever understand her.
She’d just be a carcass at the bottom of the sea.
No one would miss her.
She’d have given up too soon.
So she endured the long nights and hopeless days.
Watching caterpillars crawl,
Counting blades of grass,
Anything to waste time,
Anything to distract,
Anything to pretend that she was fine and didn’t need him by her side.
She liked to tell herself that she didn’t need him, or anyone else, to be happy.
How lame would it be to always rely on someone else?
So she’d dance and play in the springs,
Climb up the tall trees,
Lay in the sand,
And laugh all day.
And sometimes she was happy.
But most of the time she was still sad.
She was all alone.
Even the animals that kept her company would run away.
And it was usually when she was feeling the worst and needed them the most.
She tried not to blame them,
But it was hard.
She sucked in the pain, fought back the tears,
Embraced the dark night,
And made it through day after day.
Sometimes she asked herself why.
And then she’d begin to cry.
Because she realized it was only so that one day he might find her.
It was a hopeless dream.
But clinging to a hopeless dream…
Wasn’t that better than giving into easy death?
Wasn’t some lie she told herself and centered herself around good for her if it kept her alive,
chasing after butterflies,
inventing shapes in the sky?
She knew lies were never good,
But she kept telling this one,
Because without it she wouldn’t have a reason to tell one.
Perched on the ledge,
The skies fly above her head.
Light radiates from stars,
All seeming so far.
She looks down at the waves,
And then up at the moon.
The wind rustles the leaves by her feet and the messy hair on her head.
She traces scars on the rough texture of the cliff.
She wished that time would move faster
Or that at least life would be filled with more meaning ---
More production than just missing someone day and night who would never think of, love, or be there for her in return.
Sometimes she would step closer to the edge
and peer down into the hungry waves.
But she just couldn’t do it to herself.
She believed that maybe someday someone would care about her and be really sad if she took her own life.
Then they’d never get to know her or hold her close, tell her jokes.
No one would ever understand her.
She’d just be a carcass at the bottom of the sea.
No one would miss her.
She’d have given up too soon.
So she endured the long nights and hopeless days.
Watching caterpillars crawl,
Counting blades of grass,
Anything to waste time,
Anything to distract,
Anything to pretend that she was fine and didn’t need him by her side.
She liked to tell herself that she didn’t need him, or anyone else, to be happy.
How lame would it be to always rely on someone else?
So she’d dance and play in the springs,
Climb up the tall trees,
Lay in the sand,
And laugh all day.
And sometimes she was happy.
But most of the time she was still sad.
She was all alone.
Even the animals that kept her company would run away.
And it was usually when she was feeling the worst and needed them the most.
She tried not to blame them,
But it was hard.
She sucked in the pain, fought back the tears,
Embraced the dark night,
And made it through day after day.
Sometimes she asked herself why.
And then she’d begin to cry.
Because she realized it was only so that one day he might find her.
It was a hopeless dream.
But clinging to a hopeless dream…
Wasn’t that better than giving into easy death?
Wasn’t some lie she told herself and centered herself around good for her if it kept her alive,
chasing after butterflies,
inventing shapes in the sky?
She knew lies were never good,
But she kept telling this one,
Because without it she wouldn’t have a reason to tell one.
Posted by ChanMidori | Sep 3, 2012 7:14 PM | 0 comments