I was getting high on Yuna the other day, playing "This Is Ours" over and over again on my phone while lying on my bed in the Gajus Block. While listening, a line from the song (refer to the 1st line of post) attracted my attention. I dwelled on that line, thinking of how we would such a thing. I came to my own consensus that she was most probably lying on a lush and wide field of grass, inhaling the freshest of airs, uncontaminated by the methane that is excreted by cows (through farting), looking up to the blue sky which is dabbed with clouds here and there just so that it wasn't tagged a "boring sky". And thus, I wondered. "Wouldn't you get itchy after lying on the grass so long?" And so, I made a poem out of that one line, the opening line of the following poem. Hope you enjoy it! (Disclaimer: This poem has nothing to do with what has happened to me or any other person. It's just an idea that I decided to put on paper.)
Maybe Clichés Aren’t So Bad
My skin is getting itchy from the grass,
But I don’t care,
So long as rain clouds don’t appear,
That’ll be fine.
I could feel the warm radiation,
From you to me,
I could feel your eyes looking at mine,
If it was another person, I’d get angry,
I’d be upset and all the things that don’t make you smile,
But because you went back to Him,
I don’t mind.
I’ll try to be strong,
I’ll try to be cool,
I’ll try to be the orphan that keeps going back to school,
I’ll learn a new life,
I’ll go through this strangeness,
Until it’s my turn to join you.