Walking along with you
Talking happiness and what its worth
I think we're happy, aren't we?
Then I talk about the sun up there
Yes look up there!
About how we can get there,
What we will do up there
Why are you lowering your head?
It's up there!
Follow my finger direction
Are you hesitating?
We take a rest under an apple tree
I've got an idea
We can make a use of these apples
We can build an apple stairway up to the sun!
Isn't it marvellous?
But I see you just sitting under the tree's shadow
I think you're not following me
Maybe it's just me and my silly story
Maybe it would all end up as a fairytale
But I'll keep building the apple stairway
Someday I'll walk it through with my hand held
April 28, 2010
Thursday, April 29, 2010
Sunday, April 25, 2010
.........r...u...n...n...i...n...g..........
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"Hey, your shoelace is off!", a housewife watering her roses shouts to me. She always minds everyone's business, except her husband's, for she doesn't know what to do about it.
Ah, never mind. I keep running.
Two old men sitting on a porch, playing chess, turn their heads to me as I pass by. One look older than the other.
The older one says, "Easy.. Take your time, young lady. There's no need to rush."
The other one exclaims, "Of course she needs to rush! You know, young lady, in no time, you'll realize you're much older like you've never known!"
I slightly look at them. I'm thinking of what they said for a while. I slow down my pace. I can hear them arguing about age and time.
Huh, what are they doing? Whether they took their time or not, they end up sitting on the same porch, playing chess together!
So, I decide, age and time don't need to be talked out, they will come eventually.
Let's not make a fuss about that.
I'm accelerating my speed now. I almost bump into a man who's on jogging. He's a well-known doctor in this neighbourhood.
"Slow down, miss. You could hurt yourself if you keep on running like that!", he says.
I throw a smile. I pass him by.
Oh, doesn't he know? This is the way I heal myself. I've been hurt a lot. Got it from anything but running.
All of a sudden, there are these images on my mind: familiar faces, familiar talks, familiar moments. Those seem so strange and feel like memories I couldn't recall in reality.
Here's what odd; whenever my mind open the memory case, my tears always come out, like a wasted water out of a machine.
And have I told you the thing I like about running is? It makes tears vanished easily. The foot taps make tears drop from your face down to the street, and the air blow-dries the tears from your skin. In no time, I'm all out of tears.
There's a little kid holding his mother hand, as they walk. The kid asks his mother, "Where is she going?"
His mother replies with a maternal voice, "I don't know, sweetheart. Must be somewhere, I think."
"Where?"
"I don't know. You know, it's kind of rude to wonder where people are going to when they don't want to tell you."
I chuckle a bit. Somewhere?
I'm not going somewhere. I'm going nowhere. I've got no place to go to. Got no home to run to. I'm just running. Can't we just simply run?
Oh, shoot!
I trip on my shoelace and I fall down on the street. I hurt my knee. Owh...
Oh my God, a motorbike is running to my direction! I don't know what to do!
Dear Lord, if this is my last time, please forgive me. Please let the people I love know that I love them so much. I'm sorry for giving them hard times. Let them know that I need to take care of myself, it's not their faults.
Then, a big blown air passes me with a loud whizzing sound of engine. The motorbike didn't hit me!
I'm alive.
Thank Goodness.
I try to get up. It still hurts a little. I take a few warming up steps to adapt my legs.
Then I run..
Originally written,
November 16th, 2009
01:00pm
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"Hey, your shoelace is off!", a housewife watering her roses shouts to me. She always minds everyone's business, except her husband's, for she doesn't know what to do about it.
Ah, never mind. I keep running.
Two old men sitting on a porch, playing chess, turn their heads to me as I pass by. One look older than the other.
The older one says, "Easy.. Take your time, young lady. There's no need to rush."
The other one exclaims, "Of course she needs to rush! You know, young lady, in no time, you'll realize you're much older like you've never known!"
I slightly look at them. I'm thinking of what they said for a while. I slow down my pace. I can hear them arguing about age and time.
Huh, what are they doing? Whether they took their time or not, they end up sitting on the same porch, playing chess together!
So, I decide, age and time don't need to be talked out, they will come eventually.
Let's not make a fuss about that.
I'm accelerating my speed now. I almost bump into a man who's on jogging. He's a well-known doctor in this neighbourhood.
"Slow down, miss. You could hurt yourself if you keep on running like that!", he says.
I throw a smile. I pass him by.
Oh, doesn't he know? This is the way I heal myself. I've been hurt a lot. Got it from anything but running.
All of a sudden, there are these images on my mind: familiar faces, familiar talks, familiar moments. Those seem so strange and feel like memories I couldn't recall in reality.
Here's what odd; whenever my mind open the memory case, my tears always come out, like a wasted water out of a machine.
And have I told you the thing I like about running is? It makes tears vanished easily. The foot taps make tears drop from your face down to the street, and the air blow-dries the tears from your skin. In no time, I'm all out of tears.
There's a little kid holding his mother hand, as they walk. The kid asks his mother, "Where is she going?"
His mother replies with a maternal voice, "I don't know, sweetheart. Must be somewhere, I think."
"Where?"
"I don't know. You know, it's kind of rude to wonder where people are going to when they don't want to tell you."
I chuckle a bit. Somewhere?
I'm not going somewhere. I'm going nowhere. I've got no place to go to. Got no home to run to. I'm just running. Can't we just simply run?
Oh, shoot!
I trip on my shoelace and I fall down on the street. I hurt my knee. Owh...
Oh my God, a motorbike is running to my direction! I don't know what to do!
Dear Lord, if this is my last time, please forgive me. Please let the people I love know that I love them so much. I'm sorry for giving them hard times. Let them know that I need to take care of myself, it's not their faults.
Then, a big blown air passes me with a loud whizzing sound of engine. The motorbike didn't hit me!
I'm alive.
Thank Goodness.
I try to get up. It still hurts a little. I take a few warming up steps to adapt my legs.
Then I run..
Originally written,
November 16th, 2009
01:00pm
The Times
Excuse me,
have you seen a big guy carrying a giant clock?
I need to see him
to ask whether he could bring my times back
The times when I didn't know anything and it was fun
(but the heck, I don't know nothing up 'til now)
At least I didnt know such things as responsibilities,
burdens, demands, expectations
At the first place, you got this whole new splendid ideas:
where to go, what to do, when does it all come to due
I felt it was just like yesterday
Now, you don't even know where you're at
can't comprehend much of what you're doing
stuck in here, stuck in there
and then you get to the point saying,
"What the hell??"
But maybe, it's useless to get back to the jolly times
Maybe it won't feel the same anymore
'cause I'm a polluted creature now
Originally written,
April, 7th 2010
1:21pm
have you seen a big guy carrying a giant clock?
I need to see him
to ask whether he could bring my times back
The times when I didn't know anything and it was fun
(but the heck, I don't know nothing up 'til now)
At least I didnt know such things as responsibilities,
burdens, demands, expectations
At the first place, you got this whole new splendid ideas:
where to go, what to do, when does it all come to due
I felt it was just like yesterday
Now, you don't even know where you're at
can't comprehend much of what you're doing
stuck in here, stuck in there
and then you get to the point saying,
"What the hell??"
But maybe, it's useless to get back to the jolly times
Maybe it won't feel the same anymore
'cause I'm a polluted creature now
Originally written,
April, 7th 2010
1:21pm
A Pure Redemption
My soup is finally warm
A blanket wraps around
My soul's restacked in a swarm
I feel safe and sound
Gather here in front of the furnace
Feel the comforting heat
How we love to see the blaze
And retelling stories we can never quit
And a relieved smile glows
Not knowing how
My eyes shut low
A pure redemption blows
Originally written,
April, 7th 2010
2:23pm
A blanket wraps around
My soul's restacked in a swarm
I feel safe and sound
Gather here in front of the furnace
Feel the comforting heat
How we love to see the blaze
And retelling stories we can never quit
And a relieved smile glows
Not knowing how
My eyes shut low
A pure redemption blows
Originally written,
April, 7th 2010
2:23pm
Silent Dance
Dark and not even a sound
The only creature is me
This space is withstanding earth's rotation
Allows me to hold a minute or two
To think, to reflect, to breathe
Joy, tragedy, comedy
All packed into filmstrips
Dancing around me
with a very odd motion
But somehow kind of familiar to me
They lure me to dance
And I'm dancing
This sad sad soul knows its own tune
these joints know how to escort
When did they learn such things before me?
I'm dancing with my eyes closed
Dance to all the tears
Dance to many losts
Dance to the laughs
That you've had
And I don't care what my world's going to be
Nobody knows, nobody cares
I'm bursting out now
'til I reach out the last gasp
Then...
be still.
Originally written,
April, 8th 2010
3:46am
The only creature is me
This space is withstanding earth's rotation
Allows me to hold a minute or two
To think, to reflect, to breathe
Joy, tragedy, comedy
All packed into filmstrips
Dancing around me
with a very odd motion
But somehow kind of familiar to me
They lure me to dance
And I'm dancing
This sad sad soul knows its own tune
these joints know how to escort
When did they learn such things before me?
I'm dancing with my eyes closed
Dance to all the tears
Dance to many losts
Dance to the laughs
That you've had
And I don't care what my world's going to be
Nobody knows, nobody cares
I'm bursting out now
'til I reach out the last gasp
Then...
be still.
Originally written,
April, 8th 2010
3:46am
Divided
On one lonely night in a very narrow room, yet felt spacious, there lied a little girl. She stared on the dark blue sky through a tiny window up at the ceiling. It was her thing, you see. One could hardly get it. She felt she could write and draw, and even make moving images on that wide dark sky. just like a blackboard. And of course it was hers, no one could interfere it. No way.
But that night was the strangest of all. As she lied on as usual, she heard something from under the bed.
"What is there?", she asked herself, voiceless.
She kept staring on that source of the noise. Not eager enough to move closer. Then, a girl came crawling from under the bed. The first girl was in a very horrid surprise! How couldn't she? This new girl looked exactly like her!
"Who are you?", asked the first girl in a shaky voice.
"I am you.", said the other girl.
"What?!"
"I am you."
"I don't understand. But this is me. You should be and must be somebody else!"
"Nah... I am the other you."
The first girl felt so dizzy, she couldn;t digest this very odd moment. To her, it was like eating vegetables, hard to swallow down. She inspected the other girl's face, tried to find something which could be a relieving evidence that she wasn't her nor the other her. But the more she went through bit by bit of that face, the more she had to swallow her own saliva for she definitely looked like her. But then, she noticed something,
"No, you're not me. You look awfully sad."
The other girl sighed, she looked the first girl in the eye, then replied, "I told you, I am the other you. Instead, I AM the real you."
Originally written,
November, 16th 2009
10:04am
But that night was the strangest of all. As she lied on as usual, she heard something from under the bed.
"What is there?", she asked herself, voiceless.
She kept staring on that source of the noise. Not eager enough to move closer. Then, a girl came crawling from under the bed. The first girl was in a very horrid surprise! How couldn't she? This new girl looked exactly like her!
"Who are you?", asked the first girl in a shaky voice.
"I am you.", said the other girl.
"What?!"
"I am you."
"I don't understand. But this is me. You should be and must be somebody else!"
"Nah... I am the other you."
The first girl felt so dizzy, she couldn;t digest this very odd moment. To her, it was like eating vegetables, hard to swallow down. She inspected the other girl's face, tried to find something which could be a relieving evidence that she wasn't her nor the other her. But the more she went through bit by bit of that face, the more she had to swallow her own saliva for she definitely looked like her. But then, she noticed something,
"No, you're not me. You look awfully sad."
The other girl sighed, she looked the first girl in the eye, then replied, "I told you, I am the other you. Instead, I AM the real you."
Originally written,
November, 16th 2009
10:04am
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