A warning/disclaimer: This is gonna be incoherent.
An empty swing. It sways, like someone has just gotten off. Sometimes I don't know why red and blue make purple. What goes into red, and what goes into blue, that suddenly make them turn purple when you mix them together? Fast forward the movie of your life, to ten years down the road, and where are you? It is this inexplicable sensation, where pure unadultarated joy courses through meandering streams.
I do remember you, though you may think otherwise. Little flower. Reminisce, and smile at the picture-perfect memories that somehow shattered along the way. The wind has changed, and so have we. You have your life, and I have mine. Hello, how are you? On opposite ends of a wrecked bridge we stand. Things might never be the same again. The connection, the bond, the pulsating emotions. It's insane. Beyond reason, beyond logic. Way beyond the locus of imagination you belong.
Saccharine sweetness makes me overrun with guilt. Can one stand the test of Time? I have no faith in Time, for it brings with it unpredictability. To mull the year away, expecting something, piles on the pressure. Each day is a conundrum. The same conundrum to which the solution keeps morphing. Antithink. How can you stop the thoughts. Automatic. Some riddle that I don't wish to solve, but yet I subconsciously try to unearth the answer. Walking contradiction. Enigmatic.
Drama.
Vanessa Lim 2:20 p. m.
