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Poppy, the Lost Foal
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Poppy, a cheerful foal
Loves running
Doesn’t bother stopping
Poppy, now a lost foal
And yet, keeps running -
“How far have I come?”
Poppy has no idea -
“I must have come quite far”
And yet, Poppy keeps running -
“What a marvelous view!”
And yet, Poppy keeps running -
“Where is my family?”
And now, Poppy makes a brief stop -
And then, starts running again
Running and running, never interrupted
Through different terrains and views
Never gets tired of running -
Bumps into something
There stands Poppy’s mom
“Where have you been?”
A moment of silence, then Poppy answers,
“Nowhere really… somewhere” -
Today, Poppy is found running again
This time, surround by the family
The End
About this story
This is a story about Poppy, a foal who loves to run and continues to run tirelessly. For me,
this story is incredibly interesting because, despite feeling that I have created and
completed it, I still don't precisely understand the theme of the story. And of course, a
single piece of work is not limited to just one encompassing theme. This kind of uncertainty
is a common aspect of my story-making process.
It might seem strange, but that's exactly why I revisit my own stories repeatedly. Reading
them again after a month, a year, or even ten years later, sometimes helps me see the theme
of the story.
As time passes, both I and the environment around me change. Then, things that I couldn't
understand before become clear, or I start to question things I thought I had
understood.
What I believe to be 'me' is only a part of myself, and even that continues to change. In a
sense, it could be said to be perpetually incomplete.
There might come a time when I can explain this story. My interpretation of other stories
might also change. But, I love the moments when I become aware of these changes. Therefore,
I enjoy the imperfection of being unable to fully explain my own stories. I am both the
author and a reader of my own stories.
Chie
