The Story of A Skydrawer

The beauty of life is hiding around the corner.
Wednesday, December 21
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Fragments

God I miss you,__.

Then I started drawing some sentimental pieces.

I sort the CDs according to the colours on the spines when I think of you.

Words can’t be said.

I want no parts of the reality.

The most touching words she said to me were “more than 70% of your emotions involved with him are sadness, I don’t want to see you sad” “I WANT TO KILL HIM NOW, because he has made you cry”. I remember that day I was designing something, heart tired, empty, then suddenly, I wanted to call her, because I wanted to cry, after a few days feeling nothing. The moment I heard she said such words, I cried even harder. I don’t know if she thinks me as her closest friend, but I do think of her as mine. It is quite scary to put someone in a such important place in my heart.

When we listened to the music, you said that song is a purplish blue colour, and I said, you have stolen my thoughts. I remember simple tiny things like this, they are the raindrops that I have collected and contained them in a china vase.

It surely has been blue. I always bring my smiles with me, but sometimes it feels like the little mermaid dancing with her legs.

I know I need some sleep. However, the fears of darkness, I have no excuses to tell you anymore.