*
I walk out....
and walk into peoples
There are many different kinds of peoples
*
One, his eye contacts are like butterflies
They fly in a wavy flow
dotty though
Once, they stop on the TV screen
and then alcohol bottles
and then the reflections of the windows
and then the chair handles
and then the wooden ceilings...
For five minutes that I have been watching him,
his butterflies never stop on my face
*
Another one, his whole face was glowing
his pair of hands was holding a big camera
with a very long lens
as if he had the most precious treasure
in this world
He was excited, very I could feel
After showing his camera window to many people,
he was then walking to me
With the face still shining
smiled
I felt flattered
was also curious at his camera window
He shares his treasure with me
enthusiastically
I see it! I can see it!
I can see his beautiful spirits
twisting inside that tiny square...
I am excited now
For the first time, I seriously want to remember his name
as an honour towards his talent
Soon, he jumped away
Right at the moment I opened my mouth
to also share with him, something from myself
His ignorance loudly slapped on my widely-opened heart
It had left...
surprised, hurting, and
completely alone
I will never put my beauties into his camera window
Never!
*
I walk out of peoples....
and soon, I need to walk back again
*
I greet to a woman
She has lively eyes and colourful expressions
She dances with me
we catch the lines of music, swimming together
like two blue dolphins
I've found myself fallen in love with her
immediately
Tap. tap. Tap... curve and Curve~
One little turn, and two
and the last Turn
a flicker of aggressiveness
sneakily flushes through her brownish skin
Was it just my illusion?
Was I jealous of her wonderfulness,
so I projected this aggressiveness onto her?
Or....
was I merely reflecting every piece of Truth?
fragmented like
I urge myself to leave
better to keep a nice distance from her
No matter in which cases
*
My mate wanted to go now
He just couldn't be bothered
to deal with this boringness
any more....
I looked around
peoples looked still enjoying themselves
very much, they supposed to
I silently replied to my mate,
'But I can't just leave my people like that!'
Painful
a stream of tears had wetted my eyes....
I stride towards my lover
I feel I have to!
Please don't ask me:
whether if he is my ex-lover,
my lover for now,
or, my potential lover in the future
From where I stand,
these don't make any sense to me
[Confusing usage of tenses]
I say to my lover,
'I love you, do you know that?'
Suddenly!
his puppet-like look melts into
Alive
for a second, just for one little second
for me to know that he still remembers
Who He Is
That's plenty enough, I wish....
this time, I've found both of my checks
Flooded
