Someone at the other end... somehow, I do hope it isn't always dark out there. If only I had instinct to guide me, I don't ask much, maybe some hunch to give me a sense of direction. Because my life has been full of lucid meaningless dream, I need to hold on something or someone's hand, so I know my journey is real. She could be my eye's and I could be her ear's. She can swim in my thought and I can fly in her mind. I don't want to be alone when watching all those painting hanging in the wall. Conversation would be lovely as we change on what we are really thinking. If not painting, we can be as cliche as it can be, talking about the weathers. And then, maybe we could head to the park and run freely like we are six years young. I do sound out of track but maybe we can share laughter over here. If I want to be happy, I don't want to be happy alone, I want to be with someone beside me, feeling the same way. Ain't we all, like that.
I watch 'my blueberry nights' recently, trust me, it's beautiful and it capture moments i've been dreaming all this while.
good night and sweet dream,
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