Tiffany Blue Sandals

The dream she was having, reflected her desires that are quite different from her reality, translated…

The duet between the peach girl and the ferryman was very fun, through the public announcer systems by the temples, it was, like another unexpected firework show.  The traditional Taiwanese opera is playing again.  She’d felt stunned a bit, then, her original confused looks, went away, as she’d, strutted toward the front of the temples, where the show was playing.

Other than the corgi, Whitey, the Taiwanese opera was her favorite.  Everybody would make fun of her, that she’d loved the shows so very much, and who knows, maybe, one day, she just, might run off with a member of the troupes!  This joke had made her uncomfortable, but at this time, the mirages seemed, to have become real, and, the jokes became, like a prediction of her futures now.

on every young girl’s wish-list…photo from online…

Actually, she didn’t feel comfortable, headed to the temples to see the performances alone, she’d always had her families with her to go, especially now, she’d worn her new sandals, the color of, Tiffany blue!  All the way, she’d caught the gazes of how the passersby gawked at her sandals, she’d felt that rush!  Yeah, it would be fine enough, wearing those regular flip-flops to see the performances, why did she need to wear the famous maker sandals, it’s not like she’s shopping at the malls!  But, the calls of the shows exceeded her anxieties, plus, she’d wanted to, show them off, she’d quickly, walked to beneath the stages, and found herself a seat.

Her mother and her older sister loved that game of hide-and-seek, as they’d agreed to head out together, she’d put on her shoes in a hurry, but as she ran to the doors, she’d not seen them.  Nobody can run that fast, it’s not like they’d, entered into that magical doorway.  She’d ran into that small alleyway to the left that’s scary, in the darkness, made her way past the smelly slump buckets, until the end of the lane, where the German shepherd started barking, did she, turn around to look.  Carefully, she’d passed the intersections, and, looked into the hair salon, the hairdresser smiled at her.  Passing Huei and Dou’s houses, the originally overflowing street corner was, all too quiet today.  She’d walked, and walked, to the sand boxes, and wanted to play there until she’s covered in dirt, but, she’d, looked down at her new sandals, better not!

Her mother and older sister must be hiding in some corner, waiting for her, then, they’ll, surely, jump out and surprise her, but, she’d already, gone around the areas she’d been daring enough to venture out into already.  The world became too big so suddenly, she’d not known where to turn, and it was, too small, for her, to fit into it.  Until the songs played into her ears, it’d, rescued her out.  That familiar funny tune became, like a river, which she’d found herself to be in, she’d swum endlessly, and, that sense of solitariness, went away, slowly.

The stage is a small wonderful world in itself, the bun of the male lead, and the sideburns of the female lead, it’d made her intrigued.  Loving to draw, she could easily, sketch them into life-life drawings.

spending our childhoods like this…not my artwork…

As the show was over, she’d, gone backstage.  The male lead who’s still in makeup sat cross-legged in her shorts, with the toenails painted bright red, puffed out the smokes.  The male lead who was played by a woman gave her sandals a sideway look, with that look of joking about it, crawling up her lips.  She’d lowered her head, saw that glow, from her Tiffany sandals, illuminating in the setting of the sun.  She’d taken off her sandals, with the courage of god-knows-where-it’d-come, tiptoed into the pickup truck, and hid along the costumes, and the props.

Although, it’s not hard at all, to learn the dramas, she’d been told, but the hardships, were, unspeakable to the outside world.  The times passed, and she’d finally gone on stage, and took the male leading role, and, she’d gone on stage and immediately, took up her role.  The aunty who’d played the male lead told her, that the audience was there, to watch her perform, her entrance always brought about the whispers, “So young, so young………”

The climax of the show was about to happen now, the main character’s coming down the streets got out.  That very day, there was, a warm welcome, the unreal version of herself on stage that day, portrayed the segments, of her long and distant memories.  Passing through the walls of the familiar, the strange, the admiring, the demeaning looks, she’d finally remembered, what it was, she was, searching for all these years.  The virtual and the reality impacted and broke, and the hole enlarged quickly.  The cracks became a blackhole, sucking in all the times that had passed, stirred up the parallel universes, she’d fallen, into that whirlpool without end now………

Clink, clink, the steel gates of her yard opened and closed.  Her mother and older sister are back.  She’d opened up her eyes, and, the dog was, chewing the Tiffany colored sandals that were fallen to the sides.  Actually, she’d not gone anywhere, she’d just, dozed off, on the steps, but she’d, waken up tired, like she’d gone through, a lifetime’s worth of experiences already.

The remains of the sandals still illuminated the twisted glows, she’d picked them up, put them into the trash, like she was, throwing away the broken pieces, chipped off, from her own childhood.

So, it’s actually a dream that this young child’s had, but, she’d passed through an entire lifetime’s worth of things in her dreams.  The line between reality and dreams is blurred here, because the dream was so very real to this child, she’d mistaken that she was a character that she’d portrayed in the dreams.

The Cliff that Presented Itself Before Us…

We had, chased the waves of passion, gone with the flows of love too, and, gotten involved with one another, because, we were, young, and in love, but now, we’d come, to a DEAD halt, as this cliff presented itself, before us…

not my photo…

The cliff that presented itself before us, it can symbolize, a million possible things, such as the difficulties we are having, communicating, getting through to, one another, or, it can also, be interpreted, as what the future has in store for us, if we wish to, continue on in this love.

working hard, to steady oneself here…

The cliff that presented itself before us, how, can we, avoid it? We can’t, so, the next question is: what, are we suppose to do, as there’s no way, of slowing down this “vehicle” we’re both, trying hard, to take control over, as it’d now become, INEVITABLE, that we’re, supposed to, fall………

The cliff that presented itself before us, it’s merely, a metaphor, for what this love we’d come to share will entail, and now, we must, decide, the right methods of approach, to handle the situation we’re confronted with in love, as this MAJOR life decision affects us BOTH, and not just one of us!

The Archetypes of the World

Translated…

At daybreak, I’d walked into the woods, with each step, there was, more and more hesitation, doubts, and, with each and every step that I’d trotted forward, I’d become, more and more, doubting. At first, there was this, small and persistent noise, then, the calls from all around chimed in together, making this undoubted kind of cacophony, yes, before the eyes started seeing, the sound that drifted out of the air, the river woke life up, part by part, with its gentleness.

not my picture…

Don’t know who’s the one that initiated this mysterious link, all of a sudden, everything became very clear to me, and everything, the stars, the blazes, they all, flew up from the grassy patches, started turning, partying, harmonious, worked up, relaxed. And, as we saw one another there, we’d not interfered, but as humans, we have, NOWHERE to escape to, we can only, get to know the world, in this world that we currently reside in, in the process of life, confirm what life actually is.

There are many ways we can discover the world, and, there’s NO real objective ways to do it, just like how the writers, put together the words, to make sense of the world, or, the artists took the cross sections of time, that is, a repeated and never-ending kind of process, a single style is merely the understanding of the world, and, inside a style, contained the many expressions of the world, and inside every expressions, there are, even more, unknown discoveries, waiting, to be made.

And still, life, is short, like the cunning game that our Creator had set up, in order to be alive, you must first, realize, how small you are in regard to the world around, then, you will be able to, enter, into that colorful coliseum, and, after you’d entered, you’d had to, bow down once more, because you’d feel so miniscule again.

When I was younger, I’d especially loved imagining how the world looked, and, style it over. Like at eight or nine in the evening, I’d gotten, chased into bed already, and, being so young and so full-of-energy, naturally, I couldn’t, fall asleep right away. I’d lain, unsettled in bed, with the small night light, I’d pulled back my quilt, and the folds that rose became hills, the folded lines were the valleys, and, there should be the streams, rushing to and fro in the valleys, the insects’ and birds’ calls, and, at the peak, maybe, the home of a hermit even.

Maybe happiness is circular and round, and sadness, depression are square. Or maybe, when a life meets up with another life, they were both, this huge, round circles, and, the two worried souls started merging, and, became the angular squares, crushing one another. Most of the times, they’d become the delicate lines, they’d stood up, from the two-dimensional space, but not settled in their spots, their expressions are rich, and ever-changing.

not my chart here still..

And, even more of the times, they’d easily, lost their forms, like the communications had been, completed, then, the words are no longer necessary, to be, left behind on the white pieces of notes anymore. And, even though, what’s more trying was, other than the use of diminishing words, I’d not had any other ways, to prove the real or falseness of this sort of communications. Unless, the limits of language, brought the possibilities of other means of communications, unless, the words stubbornly, told all the other forms to turn themselves into symbols, and, easily, deleted, the meaninglessness of categorizations.

But, as humans, we’d not gotten a better angle, we can only, discover this world, in the limited realms of, this world, and, in the development of life, experience, and prove life.

So, this, is somewhat a philosophical belief system that this person had come up with, the narrator started contemplating the beliefs about life at a very young age, and made his many discoveries along the way, and, although he’s older now, he’d felt, that he’d not understood enough about the world that we’re living in, and that just shows, how much there always is, to be learned by us, from the interactions we shared, with our external environments, and also, from the conversations we are having, with ourselves as well.

In a World of Metaphors

As children, we started using “cornered”, remember those “monsters” you wanted your parents to CHECK under the bed and inside the closets for?  They’re NOT really REAL “monsters”, are they?  They symbolized some sort of fears you may have of something.

And, it IS in this world of metaphors that we grew up, and, as adults, we have the tendency to communicate with one another using this “old time” skill of “reference” we had since we were younger, but, with the baptisms of life we received, we became really good at lying to others and ourselves.

In a world of metaphors, we learned to live, knowing in our hearts what is true, but the outside world doesn’t believe, so, we must keep to ourselves, and, live in this world of metaphors of our own creations, that, is the only place we’ll be safe…

In a world of metaphors, I was able to grow up, without a “scratch” on me, I walked away, unscathed, unharmed, not physically OR sexually, nor is it intellectually, but, emotionally, I W-A-S scarred, horribly!!!
In a world of metaphors, I met Alice in MY Wonderland, the Seven Dwarfs, the Big Bad Wolf in the Woods, I also met the Old Lady that Lived in a S-H-O-E, along with the Cow that Jumped Over the Moon, and that, is not all, that was only the “start” of my fun trips………