This is my fifth blog post today. I am reading a book just now and I suddenly wanted to write about my dream. Since, I have nothing to write about.
-Losing Hope-
Again and again
Walking in the dark, with the cold surrounding me and not because I wanted to.
Walking on an old shaky wooden bridge appearing out of nowhere, leading me to someone beside an old tree holding something, shivering because of the cold, could it be a puppy?
I never had a chance to see it.
Alone.
Hesitating pushing every part of myself forward, each step..is like a part of me is being freed..but another being held more tightly by an invincible hand..
Freedom is..within an arm's length.
Yet..separated by a unbreakable thin piece of glass and a dream.
Broken..Cold.
He started moving away, disappearing before my sight.
I felt lost..dropping down into a crouch.
Despair..crying bitterly, trying to call him back.
However, as if thrown into another world, I could not see, hear nor scream.
No matter how hard I tried to call him back.
He left, now again alone in the Dark, eyes finding..searching for light.
The bridge I am walking..suddenly broke.
Dropping and falling down into a burning hell..from an imaginary heaven.
Knowing the truth, but afraid to face them.
An End today..broke out with sweat, back on my bed.
Alone again..but only today, because the unknown guy and bridge will be back again..
-Paranoia-
Paranoia is...
Invasive..
Consuming..
Overwhelming..
Being controlled like- A skeleton. A puppet.
A Question? A Doubt?
Rejection
A Heavy Heart
Abnegation
An End.
My heart beats faster.
Harder.
My lungs breathe deeper.
Not enough air.
The pupils dilate but still there is not enough light. Only darkness surrounds me. Walking though a cursed maze
Searching..
Groping..
Searching.. Forever..
Searching for an escape from the cursed maze
My Paranoia...
Will time solve everything? The sad memories will always be trap with you forever, even if you tried to hide and forget them.
Unless you dare to face them.
琴声是他的哭声，但他在哭时别人都在笑。
时间里有个浅浅的沟，轻的回忆溜走了，而重的回忆停下来。那一秒钟他的样子我再也不会忘记，因为那时的事改变了他，也改变了我。
I don't know why I wrote this, especially when nobody will understand. Trap in my dream.
I can't express myself better.
Below is a joke that my sister want me to put it in my blog post.
Q:What would a squirrel say after seeing what he is having for lunch again..?
A:Arh nuts..
Ha..I read this from a joke book about 2 weeks ago. It’s quite weird to put this joke after what I wrote above.
I'm going to continue my book now. Bye~
♥For me, it’s only you♥[]*G◕‿◕D PeяsoN*[] , 11:54 PM.
