Letter to Juliet
Friday, 3 December 2010
Dear Juliet:My Romeo is someone, yes, that person, looking beyond the camera he's holding; expanding his lens and horizons, and takes my pictures, with his eyes that are saying to me: "There's more than meets the eye."
He can transform into anything he wish, and I by his side his novelty at play, conquered by his sapience. As we grow older, I dream of me and my man to play our own beautiful film together for the rest of our lives.
Tell me Juliet:
Can I dream of our reality forevermore?
Should my innocent faith be bothersome to you, I shall keep on walking alone, unafraid of the darkness ahead, because I know, I just know, that my Romeo is out there at the end of the tunnel.
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Letter to MISTER Y.To: Future husband (Identity unknown until further investigation), no date
Do you see the voices in my head, caging me like a tiger? Echoes luring me away from you, binding my body and soul from leaping to your oasis, that which you've held a special reserve for me.
I was thirsty. Thank you, honey, for saving me and let me live the wild life I once lived. You set me free upon my last request, and in return I have given you burning fires, so that others may see your light and your mighty heart in times of darkness.
Those noise! Leaving me permanent wounds in my soul, but teaching me the voice akin to my spirits in exile: "Be a good animal, true to your animal instincts," said D. H. Lawrence.
You are, my man, my play. Upon breaking free, I escape the entrapments in hopes of running into your shoulders.
MYSTERY - Now I am all
One bowl of kisses,
Such as the tall
Slim votaresses
Of Egypt filled
For a God's excesses.
I lift to you
My bowl of kisses,
And through the temple's
Blue recesses
Cry out to you
In wild caresses.
And to my lips'
Bright crimson rim
The passion slips,
And down my slim
White body drips
The shining hymn.
And still before
The altar I
Exult the bowl
Brimful, and cry
To you to stoop
And drink, Most High.
Oh drink me up
That I may be
Within your cup
Like a mystery,
Like wine that is still
In ecstasy.
Glimmering still
In ecstasy,
Commingled wines
Of you and me
In one fulfil
The mystery.
Y, enlighten me. My shining golden star, let mine shoot across yours as token of trust I bestow upon you, while I'm taking this leap of faith towards the place where we shall meet. Let us cross our paths, my starry knight.
We shall make it together, my honey, as we twist and turn through the night.
Love, 芸
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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.
