i feel as though you should know
that the falling was a beautiful blur
but i guess i was hoping that
you'd catch me in the end

In a library you could find a book's buildup,
There was this quiet girl who hid behind bookshelves.
She was special, for she took the courage to stand up;
For those who could not stand up for themselves.

She realized that those fighting what they're fearing,
Often did not have a choice.
And that the ones worth hearing,
Often did not have the loudest voice.

She was the one to have her sails unfurled,
In a storm, yet not inflect.
For sometimes those who change the world,
Are the ones you least expect.

If you could
be anything or
anyone
in the world-
Why wouldn't you be
you?

I want to tell you
that I can do without you.
But I'd be lying.

Let me be the sunshine that pours rays to heal your broken soul,
Let me be the light that radiates over your dark thoughts,
Let me be the hand that help you when you falls down,
Let me be the book that makes you amuse,
Let me be those flickering stars which makes you dream,
Let me be the reason of the perpetual smile that lives in your soft lips,
Let me be your shadow, so when you feel isolated
i can hug you from behind and make you feel crowded,
Let me be the map that shows you the routes to the destination you seek.

Will you ?
Will you allow me to be everything that makes you happy ?
Will you allow me to be that color which you use to paint your skies ?
Will you ?

and here are the reasons why no one tells you to go be a third cultured person:

its not easy.

When you are one of us,
different and foreign are not even a blip on your radar,
(because my life has always been detachment - meeting and smiling and beginning to say "hi", only to have to wave goodbye.)
you will always be different and foreign, belonging to a place is a wish and not a reality, home has always meant people as opposed to a place (not that people are at all constant).
leaving is normal too, just pack your bags and go go go, doesn't matter if you never come back, onto a new place now, and goodbyes are hard -- but seldom unexpected.

when you are one of us, you are shifting and turning and never never staying, always changing and moving forward, frighteningly frighteningly fast, all impermanence and hopeful, but broken promises-- you will perhaps stay in one place for some period of time.
(you will never belong)