Against the real, imagination

Walk Away

Tue, 31 Jul 2007 14:52:41 +0200

Two places really existed in her mind, London and Seattle. She believed that they had something in common. The city of rain. Two months ago, she left Seattle and came to London. No particular reasons in fact, just for work. Spring, that’s Seattle. But London, it was not summer, not winter, and of course not autumn, so which season can define this city, oh, October, November, some kind of feelings between them. When leaves left the root and went away with the wind, down, hopeless, she saw and felt; however, it was the most usual thing in the world, very less people would aware of.

“Heaven is a place nearby. So there is no need to say goodbye.”

Do you remember... Have you ever fallen in love with... Where are you… She loved the night, no moon, no stars, which was so completely and extremely. She did not know where she came from, and where her destination was. A lily of the valleys. And no answers.

Finally she met her destiny. The leaves still would walk away, and new lives were just starting out, it seemed that everything was in the circle of nature. Beauty, jade, white, coffee, grey…

Only she was the stranger.

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No legend

Thu, 26 Jul 2007 00:32:53 +0200

When a city destoryed behind her back, a soul decayed in the name of love, and a paper teared up by the very hand of him, nothing can really left from yesterday. A poem for the people, maybe it was the compliment for him which he deserved. She lived in the life of simple and fantasy and lonely beauty. No fairy story. And no legend.

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No points

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 23:05:24 +0200

My youth, already half passed, the pain, the laugh, what still keeps in my mind, it' s not the same as I think it should be, fades away at some point. I still live my life, not some silly words can describe, and I feel the way that I like, that's enough. Love, it's hard, and I'm tired to feel that. I don't have the energy of loving with my whole heart for the second time. It's not the time, not the right time for me or for us. I just want a rest and I need time.

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Nothing

Wed, 25 Jul 2007 23:01:38 +0200

Legends of the fall, of the special colour, my will to be stand here, feel everthing about her, and tell the people that I love the feeling, the gold glory around this season, which simply means that someone was here waiting for his beloved to come, to live with him for the rest of his life, to give him the warm and happiness, and to forgive him.

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