Perhaps, you have grown so much, and you should be proud of yourself—you have come so far. Like alchemy.
I have become a different person.
How ironic,
before I was the one doing it to others,
now they were the ones doing it to me.
It could be full of tears,
tears of the tragic fate world
and tears of the captivated word.
I am not used to it.
I used to be that girl to like someone head over heels,
not to be liked by someone too much.
I was a base metal,
not gold.
I used to be that kind of person who stares at someone she likes
until it melts,
not the one to be stared at by someone
because it likes,
I was not a universal elixir.
I used to be this fan girl,
not the one to look up to.
But . . .
the warm wind blew too hard,
it made my hair splash in my face
and I did not know what to chase,
the before
or the after?
Well,
do I need to care?
In a land full of enchantment,
where everything is a massive time-rent,
there was a metal turned into gold
and it once screamed,
"I cannot."
But it can,
and it knows if,
by some means,
someday—
and one day,
the gold could turn into a metal again.
Because nothing is a long-lasting gain,
you should treasure—
you should not refuse.
Because what if—
one day,
it all turned into a roaring abuse.
It is kind of weird,
cool,
happy.
Sad,
enchanting.
Tragic,
magical.
Cruel,
marvelous.
Because I felt like . . .
I have become a different person today.
