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12 February 2008

日有所思,夜有所梦

i dreamt of you
at the most erroneous time
me and you strolling down the street
i managed to hold you petite palm
i shut my eyes with satisfaction
i open my eyes, wanted so much to say i love you
yet you vanished
the hand i'm holding
no longer yours
not too far
not too near
you're just left 45 degree from my eyesight
you turned and asked
"What are you looking for?"
i said silently
"I was looking for your hand"
but you doesn't seems to be able to hear it
so we continued walking down the street
just wondering
was the hand i hold in the beginning yours?
terrible things happened in the end
i was shocked
i woke up
feeling my heart ache like never before
feeling my heart had over-worked
cut through open by a blade
it bleed, it hurts and it's still there
i love you baby


sunshine @ 9:05 AM