I need to get away, from this place so full of memory of love, of us, of you! Translated…
Leaving, for the time being, you can see more clearly, compared to when you gone on those planned trips.
Even as you’d taken along a cane, as you’d come back, it may have gotten, bent out of shape. Especially when our spines were so beaten down by the sunset, we can’t get back up, choosing to “walk out” can bring a new change to your lives.not my sketch…
As you’d walked out, you must take control of your own time. Don’t forget to take that “timeline” with you, then, you will be able to, turn the world with it later on! Meaning, that from then on, you will only, gain control over your own space and time. With that sort of an open space, the skies are the limits, and, all those lines will eventually, turn softer too. Although, in the very beginning, there would be, the process of the wash and dry, the wear and the tear, like once in a farm, I’d felt, that the gecko only took a few steps, then, it’d, stopped! And, for a very long time too, don’t know what’s made it hesitant, “Does the gecko have something that troubles him too?” But, it’s flattened out outlines are matched with the surrounding environment, because the sharpened sights, weren’t fitted for the morning mists, unfitting to the light mint liquor, the squirrels wouldn’t, hurry into the frames either. Because those sharpened pointy tips of the writing pens, are usually very sad.
Where do you go on an exodus? To Xitou, to Dulan, or to Ludao? Might be none of these. The best kind of trips are unplanned, just live on a day-to-day basis, not casting away the idea of traveling with someone. If, you both got lost in the same dreams, feeling that the war is close by, locked, inside the drawers; those unknown paperclips, the defeats, or, those films past their due dates, and the glorious moments of your younger years.
As for me, from before as I’d, ventured out, the farthest I’d gone was an unknown island, the closest, the lanai of my apartment. And, what I’d done the most was headed toward the Pacific, to a place, to feel His love for me. And, just like that, the entire afternoon, I’d followed the treks on the back ridges of the books, walked in my own shadows, seeing how far I’d come, to finally reach my self, seeing how life had been hard on me. Look at it again, staring at it long, you’d found out, that those moments you’d gotten stuck on, are merely, small bumps in the roads of life. As you’d finally, peeled back the grayed dusts covering your self, you’d found, that other than those lies that made the city, everything else is still separated and with the clear cut boundaries.
Heaven only knows, that the space you’d lived in, is inside his globe.
And the “he”, may be a lover, a coworker. If it’s a coworker, your emotions from day to day became his meteorology, either to choose to get affected, or to strike out, to search for that undiscovered sight. If it’s a lover, then, in the world of love, who knows who’s the host, and who’s the parasite? For those who have it worse, are those things you’d told, but nobody believed—“he” with the virtues of nature, the beauties of the daisy, even the butterflies came to help him out. How about you? Us? Would we, age as gracefully too.
memories everywhere I turn…not my photo…
If there’s a fork in the road, that we can cross over the plains of winter, the time and space, can start by setting the characters of the storylines, then, we’d no longer, needed to, live our lives on his globe. We should be able to hear the waters of the galaxy, and finally, arrived to the verses.
So, you’re, still hung up on that certain someone, aren’t you? But, no matter how much quicker you want to get rid of his memories, you can’t, because, love IS painful, and it hurt, and, until you’d, fully hurt, you will never find the strengths, to get back up from that huge fall into and out of love with that certain someone!