It happened so long ago that I've almost forgotten, jaded by the harshness of time and circumstances.
But I'm still young. I'm allowed to dream.
And in my dreams, we are walking hand in hand across a green, green field; along a small, steady stream. My yellow summer dress billows around my ankles with the wind. Your voice is like wisps of cotton candy, syrupy and sweet.
We stop to admire the blooming pale azaleas, when secretly it's you I'm admiring. You look down at me briefly, tuck an errant curl behind my ear, your fingers brushing my jawline carelessly. You smile the sweetest smile I've seen, and I blush because my heart - that funny, fragile thing - is swelling with each beat.
Even in my dreams, I cannot imagine being any happier than this.
But then I wake into the world I live in, and you start to become a painful black and white memory.
For a few frantic minutes, the compass of my beating center clamors in search of you as you fade away with reality. And then I realize you're gone completely, leaving me only the faint traces of those pale irretrievables and a memory of a dream.
I can't help but miss you, but I know better than to cling.
Because these are the things I must try to think least about,
the things that are just clatters of my keyboard and the racing of my heart.
9 comments:
the normal poetic u~
dreams are good, aren't they? hehe.
Selamat hari raya, dear old friend... maaf zahir dan batin. :)
Anonymous - the "normal poetic" me? LOL. i'm not sure if I shud be offended by that or just take it as a weird compliment. A little bit of both maybe. hehe. Btw, you shud really try leaving a name next time. Too many 'anonymous'es that i'm beginning to treat you all collectively as one person (which you probably are). Besides, it feels a bit unfair that you know me but I don't know you. hmmm..
ifos - dreams are the best! too bad we have to live in the real world, huh? oh well, life goes on. (gosh i sound depressed.. I'm not, honest! hehe). Anyway, Selamat Hari Raya maaf zahir batin to you too. =)
Enjoyed the words..
Abah....
I enjoyed writing them.
Kngah =)
hii anonymous!
izyan the nerd saying we are the same person,not nice right?:p
That's not true. I'm able to distinguish ALL you 'anonymous'es
Anonymous1: Probably someone who knows me personally, like a highschool friend or a classmate.
Anonymous2: Abah (not too hard a mystery to crack.. hehe)
Anonymous3: Someone who thinks I'm not nice when in fact I'm the nicest girl in town. (could you be a mortal enemy? An archrival perhaps?)
As usual, too much dreaming la anda ni Izzy
but that makes you IZYAN ^_^
hopefully that Mr X will come out from his hiding place and be with you soon =)
hehe..
Ah, which begs the Q:
"how much dreaming is too much dreaming?"
You can't answer, can you? because it's all subjective! or relative. or refractive. or constructive. (i'm trying to confuse you on purpose).
hehe.
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