Dear the lovely moon. And the shining stars of course.
I need you to dance with me tonight.
No, please dance with me everyday.
Under the tree. Under the deep blue sea. Under the sky where we can be free.
It's a windy night.
I'm wearing my best dress from my old dusty wardrobe.
It's turquoise-light blue in color and it's worn out.
With my own bare feet - the best shoes I've got.
I hope you like it.
Do I look pretty to you? Do I mesmerize you?
I don't know, because you never told me.
Hold my hands and take me with you.
Look at my eyes and burn the hatred.
In this tiny little garden, fill with buds.
Make it bloom! Make it blossom!
Make me smile till my upper eyelid meets the lower eyelid.
Make me laugh till I cry.
No, I don't want to play this sick hide - and - seek anymore.
Neither the peek - a - boo.
Neither the peek - a - boo.
Come out. Come out. Where are you?
I prefer to pour the cold milk into a bowl of cocoa cereal rather than fighting.
The fishes fly. The birds swim.
Weird world it is.
We are weird, and weird makes everything impossible becomes possible.
I hope you could be my heart.
You will know how slow it pumps...nearly stop.
I hope you could be my channel of tears.
So you will know that it already dry for crying...and still I am...
2 comments:
Sometimes the moon was too busy to answer our call, Mia.
Those are the days where I stop hoping for the moon and the stars to dance with me.
Maybe I am not pretty enough or graceful enough to begin with.
So, I settle down with the grass and sunflower on the earth.
If I could give rate to this comment of yours from grass - the mountain - the sea - the sky, I'll give the galaxy. Like it very much.
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