Sunday, January 09, 2005

Sitting down on a table in a noisy hawker centre, eating my hot lor mee,, drinking my hot soyabean drink, i looked up into the cloudy sky.
A cold wind flutter my "josephian" PE t-shirt, I knew the rain was beckoning, calling back the unforgiven memories, the past... not of me, but of a previous me,
one that tells me of sorrow,
one that hopes me to borrow,
a light to be tomorrow.
I shake off the thoughts, focus...... focus on... lor mee? Sounds shao wei lame... I continue eating, the taste brings a little relieve, that there is still the simple joys I can savor.
I looked for a shred, a shred of happiness the tie up the wounds, for a torn soul not of mine.
Then, the first drop decended towards the land, I stared up and stood up, walking into the drizzle, for the first time, I saw a shred, for i remembered you, for i envision a picture of you, maybe rainy days won't be that sad at last =)

just like a wolf's howl never echoes,
the resonance of my voice never reaches
-meng, mibu

a leaf fell on 7:50 pm

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