How come?
These moments, actions and words made my life so different, so easily...
Like an enchantment, making me fly away and feel like walking on clouds,
like an endless song, making me wish to dance without even knowing how to.
These are my heart beats.
I smile at everything, for being everything so pleasant now.
I hope it can happen over and over again...
I'm so sure. I'm so hopeful.
Imagination can't be as big as this simple thing.
All I want is to listen to you once more..
I wrote this a day after calling you for the first time. Remember that when you told me to call you, it took forever to finally talk to you? I was so nervous that I've mistaken the numbers more than 5 times! Then we couldn't really talk much because your grandma were coming back...
November 28, 2008
Memories of a call
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I remember, like a smell that is lost on the wind,
Coming so strongly,
and fading so fast,
I remember, like a painting,
like red and yellow,
desperately trying
to become orange.
Two spirits co-exist,
so similar and yet
so much different
in design,
Like red,
and like yellow,
lost on the wind,
in a search,
to become,
something simple,
but complex.
To become
Something
more.
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