my favourite sentences...


You can hide memory, but you can't erase the history that produced them.

It was sad to see what used to be so fundamental to our lives fade away and disappear in front of our own eyes.

Words don't come out when you're deeply hurt. That's why people keep silent and give no explanation. Yet, Murakami once wrote in his novel, 1Q84, "If you can't understand without an explanation, you can't understand with an explanation." Sometimes, people tend to not wanting to understand things instead of wanting to understand things. In short, they tend to ignore the possibility of trying to understand things.

do you know what makes life interesting?
--> it's interesting because we don't know what the future holds for us. don't blame the fate. we decide our fate, it's our choice. we can't choose where to be born, but we can certainly choose the way we live our life...

the life is yours, why bother asking other people to paint it for you?...

when we're small our word has never been counted; when we're big every word has always been counted...

i may not be able to wait thirteen months for you, nor until you are twenty-five, but i can wait for you a lifetime -- Under the Hawthorn Tree by Ai Mi

waiting, though one minute, it's still unbearable...

death doesn't mean that we are no longer existing. death just means a move to another world...

why can parents wholeheartedly sacrifice everything for the happiness of their children, even their life? but why can't their children, whom they give birth to, do the same thing to them? what power is it that encourages them to do so?....

the thing i'm most afraid of is ME. of not knowing what i'm going to do. of not knowing what i'm doing right now.

people always meet new friends. but they should not forget their old friends. because without your old friends we don't have a chance to meet new friends. the memories with our friends will be there forever in our brain. we can't omit it though time passes.

Thursday, January 25, 2024

A Dream

"Do you miss me?" I whispered to myself. Most people said if you dreamed about something it meaned that the person was missing you and appeared in your dream. 

I dreamed about you last weekend. In my dream, we were not close, or we wanted to be close, but something pulled us back. We were at somewhere foreign to us. It was somewhere like a fishing community by a sea. The facilities were weathered and rusty. The structure was not sturdy. I could hear cracking sound when I stepped on the uneven, wooden floor. Some part of the hut was above the sea. I could see the wave from the tiny holes in the floor.

It was in the evening. The sun was no where to be found. Yet, it was not too dark that we could not see each other's face. We were getting ready for dinner. I was about to take a shower and you, suddenly, walked past me talking to a person. So I walked to the nearby hut, where you had walked in, to say hi. I poked my head into the hut for it had no door. I saw you taking a bath, naked. I remembered immediately your figure and shape - a body I had caressed and touched. A nostalgic memory flashed into my head. I was lost for a moment before you asked me if I was looking for something.

I was awakened yet stung. You acted that you had not seen me around here before, but your eyes, that pair of eyes, were different. They were soft and comforting as if I were fine. You looked around and I saw another person. I then excused myself and walked away. 

Sadly, I was awakened from my dream. I was regretted that I could not even give you a hug in the dream, for I desperately wanted to do in real life. I hoped you have been fine.

It was two a.m now. I could not get back to sleep. My body was exhausted but not my head. I lied down in bed with earphones in my head, thinking about you and us. The night was silent. The neighbors' dogs were all asleep. I could not hear their bark. The road, too, was quiet not even the sound of vehicle engine. Silence conquered the night. With the repeated music in my ears, it seemed I was alone in this dark night.

On, the music, my mind needed to rest now, for my energy was near zero. Goodnight!

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