Self production song in progress -“Kaze”-
Repost of song in progress, called “Kaze” which means “The Wind” in Japanese.
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Cat named Tonton. Ma baby.
Self production song in progress -“Kaze”-
Repost of song in progress, called “Kaze” which means “The Wind” in Japanese.
Long long ago
There lived a princess
The princess thought of a star
And she made it out of paper
And sent it up to the sky
There
It gleamed
One day a man came
From the rivalry town next to hers
He shot the paper star
From below
With a firey arrow
The princess cried and cried and cried
Then a month passed
It was starless in the sky
On the 32nd day
A prince came
The prince said
“I have your star, my princess”
The princess got angry
Because she knew the star had been burnt down
She said
“How horrible of you to give me hope that does not exist”
Then the prince took out a dark grayish thing
Out of his pocket
It was in the shape of a star
The princess asked
“What is that gray thing?
It doesn’t shine like beautiful white light”
Then the prince answered
“For it is the ashes of your paper star
Molded into a clay then a star
It shines like a white light
Like no one ever notices
It is bright as it is gray
It is beautiful as its clay smell”
Then the prince handed the star to the princess softly
And said his farewell
The princess decided to clear up her doll house
Filled with extravagant clothes for her toys
Even the chairs the bed and the tea cups
She put the big muddy looking gray star
Right in the middle of the house
She prayed that night before going to bed
That she hopes she can come up with something
As wonderful as the star
One day, for the prince
And make a dream of his come true
Because his magic made her see
A beautiful white light
In a gray muddy thing
And now the princess could see
That the muddy star is even better
Than a paper star up above shining
Because she could reach to it
Touch the grayish clay
And smell the muddiness
So now she could remember
Just how beautiful what the prince had done for her was
“Love when it hurts, caress when you can’t move. But know when you can’t reach anymore, the nature in between our made up worlds cushions our back like the mother it is. And all we do is realize, that there is something greater than our struggles, that teaches us to be ourselves and love just the way we are.”
Shakunetsu, Nov. 22nd 2012
(Happy Thanksgiving)
the good ol small memories
when u gon come back
like wtf
2012