:: Truth ::
Truth.
In every facet i finally know the relevance and relativity between your name and the very moment we chose to be a part of each other.
I dreamt of you.
That's definitely something that hasn't happened in a long time.
Something stirred up in the great reflective dream pool to conjure this.... immortal memory i have of you. Of us.
I dreamt... i finally regained what i lost in the first place - and i finally made up for all that was lacking between us - for us. I dreamt we were happy. I dreamt we were in a place that bothered us no more than the love we held itself.
Then suddenly in the dream i had my first stagnant feel of the situation.
We shared a few problems - and it felt like 2000 and 2001 again. I remembered your house.
I looked in my hand and in between the index and middle lay a lit cigarette.
I'd never smoke around you.
You were unhappy.
Your mom came around - and i saw a visage of your dad behind a sliding glass door.
Your mom came in and didn't say a single thing.
I left the house. I left you.
.... and then i woke up.
The truth of having lost you 4 or 5 years ago still affects me til now.
*Added later
I still find it funny how i always think about New Years' at the end of 2000. I remember Sentosa - that single morning spent just you and me on that beach with noone to bother us, and how we secretly both wished for it to never end.
I still keep the letters you wrote. I still keep the pink cylinder with the rolled up letters.
I still keep the cat.
_
spoken. at 4:03 PM
Truth.
In every facet i finally know the relevance and relativity between your name and the very moment we chose to be a part of each other.
I dreamt of you.
That's definitely something that hasn't happened in a long time.
Something stirred up in the great reflective dream pool to conjure this.... immortal memory i have of you. Of us.
I dreamt... i finally regained what i lost in the first place - and i finally made up for all that was lacking between us - for us. I dreamt we were happy. I dreamt we were in a place that bothered us no more than the love we held itself.
Then suddenly in the dream i had my first stagnant feel of the situation.
We shared a few problems - and it felt like 2000 and 2001 again. I remembered your house.
I looked in my hand and in between the index and middle lay a lit cigarette.
I'd never smoke around you.
You were unhappy.
Your mom came around - and i saw a visage of your dad behind a sliding glass door.
Your mom came in and didn't say a single thing.
I left the house. I left you.
.... and then i woke up.
The truth of having lost you 4 or 5 years ago still affects me til now.
*Added later
I still find it funny how i always think about New Years' at the end of 2000. I remember Sentosa - that single morning spent just you and me on that beach with noone to bother us, and how we secretly both wished for it to never end.
I still keep the letters you wrote. I still keep the pink cylinder with the rolled up letters.
I still keep the cat.
_
spoken. at 4:03 PM
