reminiscing and profoundly tired thoughts (part one)

"I will hold you together. It is my strength not yours, that keeps you from getting lost, falling apart, getting ragged. the buttons you find on the ground, on trains, and in the obscure corners are my reminder to you that you can rely on me. I am with you. I will keep you warm, provide for you, and be your joy. I found you, and you are not a lost button." - The Button promise, Kynya Lee

  "Every motion I make is perpetuated by another’s will. I do not know the meaning of choice. The master pulls a string, I move. This is life. In my mind, a series of stories in which I am a player run circles. My thoughts never vary, and I will never revise them, for they are not my own.  I am fed what to do, where to go, what to say. I am a fool, and I care not of consequence. I have no emotion other than what the master tells me to feel. There is no pain, yet I have never felt joy.  I am wood. I am dead. I am a marionette.

       You! You of flesh and blood! You of thought and soul! You, with the power of choice and imagination! Be life! Formed by the Giver of Life, with the miracle of free will, be not like me! Do not be deceived by the show of whirling forms around you! They have no choice, no life, no thought to their next move, they are controlled by a power that is even less than the one you hold! Walk out of that puppet show of lies and complacency! What does the mind, the body, the emotion or the soul profit you if you do not exercise the right? Go and live!

    so I walked out of the puppet play of Media, of what is smart, of what makes money. I entered a life where the only known was the unknown. Anything could happen, and I chose it myself.  I will not be controlled by the things others say. I have cut the strings, and given them to the Almighty Creator. I choose to know sorrow, and I also know Joy. , I am Real, I am Alive, I am Free.

        And I bow as the curtains close behind me." -The show, Kynya Lee

"After the deepest winter, after the coldest nights, I will give you a fragile beauty. It will notlast forever, but it will not fail to come again. It is my promise, a promise of fruit and sunshine to come, that I will not fail. Imagine this with me. If this inconstant beauty gives you joy after the frost, how much more will the trees of eternity be, after death? Your world is a shadow, this fragile beauty is a glimpse ofwhat is to come and is at this moment being formed by my hand. you are a mirror reflection of me, imperfect and scratched. But look towards eternity, continue without fear, for now is a phantom world. Your pain won't last. the winter will come to an end, like Eternal Cherry blossoms. 

- spring's reminder, Kynya Lee