I jumped on the train, waiting for the one that would bring me to you. But when I reached where I wanted to go, I found you with somebody else.
One thousand and one days I cried.
One thousand and one pieces of me, I lost myself.
I jumped into the skies, into the cosmos to look for the star that you said you loved most. Give it to me and I will love you forever, you said. When I did find it, I burned to death.
One thousand and one pieces of me, scattered in the skies.
One thousand and one wishes and the only one I wish would come true was that you would keep promise of loving me forever.
You said you were leaving.
Where are you going?
Somewhere you won’t find me anymore.
Even if I tied myself to you, you would still escape me?
So I tried to take two steps for every step you took so I would always know where you were headed.
One thousand and one steps later, I’m tired and still, I lost sight of you. I will wait for you to come back, I said.
One winter, two winter, three winter, four winter… one thousand and one winters later, you are still not here.
Finally, I am tired of waiting.
This winter’s last drop of snow has melted, transferring the coldness into my heart, freezing it over.
I give up. You had already made your mind about not coming back.
Now, it is time for me to go somewhere else as well. Though, I should have left sooner, at least before the icy cold went into my chest, freezing me forever.
One thousand and one – an ode to devotion and despair.
Today is my 29th birthday.
Thank you for another year with my loved ones.
[to be updated]