Peoples and I

*

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