Letter to Juliet
Thursday, 18 November 2010
Dear Juliet:
I don’t wish to give up, as if I do, I would be lying to who I truly am.
I am willing to die trying to find the one Romeo who shall give me my freedom. I will keep trying to believe, every passing moment I lose hope. Now let me keep this token of faith to you as a written letter.
Gravity says I am light for how tall I stand. However, my emotional weight bears potential influence, them unpredictable moods, that might go contagious and hurt the Romeos out there who are not mine.
However, I recall Albert Einstein saying that gravity is not responsible for falling in love. I wonder, does that mean that I am held responsible for other women’s Romeo, falling onto the ground as they mistook me for their love?
I do not wish to ignore, however. Ignorance is just something I have to face, I guess.
I am just trying to find my own, and have no intentions to hurt others along the way.
Tell me Juliet:
Should I freefall against gravity? My faith is not yet as strong as its pulling current.

Letter to MISTER Y.
To: Future husband (Identity unknown until further investigation), no date
As I lay down and cry myself to sleep, I am missing you, the kind man I remember to have never met.
You kindly, truly accept me for who I am, and that has led us to settle down together in any given setting, without much problem in any given situation. These tears are telling me that we have something others don’t – air-conditioning.
Okay, MISTER. I didn’t mean the air-conditioner that is cooling the night. I don’t need it with your warmth by my side.
This air is a breath of fresh air that we share, that others, too, can breathe in and breath out together with us. What a family we have fostered! Part me as my tears of joy are flowing forevermore.
I’m glad that you see that right through my eyes. Is my sense of sight the only place you’ll see right through me? They say it’s the windows of my soul.
There aren’t exact words that best express my soul, honey. Dancing is who I am, just as you are watching me as of this moment.
Frankly, I am tired to have to put up this mask for those who cannot see our love to understand the words we speak. This mask, this empty vessel I withheld with so much emotional baggage; I put it all up, standing in front of great expectations ahead for my female being that has, by tradition, continuously bear so much water and grow many lives of fruition.
I dare not bear keep on doing this without you.
I cannot keep on producing perfection in a settlement without you. Seamless, flawless perfection.
Because it is from losing my mind that makes my true facade that behind this masquerade, I am truly and only who you see, just as love is to lose our minds and believe in something we work for together, for living together, in times of harmony and also balancing our troubles forevermore. Is it what they call when two hearts be-come as one?
You saw this wild, running horse who cannot, and do not, plan to settle down. However, in your mysterious ways, you captured my heart in spite of this wilderness, thus an untamed spirit. Yet without your presence, my mind tends to split into two souls.
As if swimming against the airy currents out there, without you watching over me.
Those currents have two seemingly identical fish within the many schools of fish, yet I wonder why both are fighting with each other, opposing their thoughts, going in different paths. What I am without you are a school of those fighting fishes, resembling my soul without any hopes and dreams, faithless at heart and in search of the unseen, looking ahead with blind eyes.
In the harsh currents out there, they merely mirror my opposite self.
Yet as I cry with gratitude to have you by my side, right here, right now, I know that whenever gravity pulls me down, I’ll fly high as I can, galloping the highway towards where my freedom roams. Oftentimes, it’s inside of you.
Set me free, honey, and I’ll light your fire for life. I promise.

Sunday: 日曜日 (Sun) She continues living through the power of the Sun. Light shows her the way.

Monday: 月曜日 (Moon) She flies to the moon.

Tuesday: 火曜日 (Fire) She’s hot as burning fire (when she grows up).

Wednesday: 水曜日 (Water) She’s the love of His and his life.

Thursday: 木曜日 (Wood) MISTER Y. (mystery)

Friday: 金曜日 (Metal) Whatever she really needs, she already has it all.

Saturday: 土曜日 (Earth) She reminds herself that she has a tight connection with Mother Earth. She gets back in touch with all things natural.