Monday, December 26, 2011

On my way of changing

And when a considerable amount of these little change accumulates, it is call revolution. 

What is accumulated now ? My hunger... Hunger of devouring her image in my mind, hunger of squeezing her tiny body as if mine can absorb her and combine into one by not two bony arms, but two great walls gradually close, grind everything in between. Hunger is sparkling, and lit a flame. And it is burning from the inside. So hot, so painful, yet so good. 

Why ? 
Why does she not return my feeling ? 
What did I do wrong ? 
Or my mistake in the past was far unforgivable ? 
Why does she not understand how much I am suffering the pain of being apart at this moment ? 

The angle says throw everything away, bring back the water, let the ship row in your heart where she left a hole. 
The devil says why stopping yourself, just step on whatever stays on your way ! Eliminate them all !!!! Any obstacle, even herself, even myself !!!!

Now I'm yearning for the day we meet again, 
Just to look into her eyes, 
To walk under the same street, 
And breath inside the same city. 

Bending myself to be patient, 
Just to make a little change of the look she would bestow upon me. 
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