Laughters, warmth, communication
Replaced by robotic machines
Cold lights shine upon him
On the streets, desolated, deadly quiet
Concrete road beneath his feet
Resonates no footsteps, his ghostly steps
Oh, the loney pedestrian
Strolling forlorn, talking to air
Until the mechanic, driver-less police car
Came by and swept him away
Oh, the lonely pedestrian
Never had a chance to speak
What do you think will happen
After his social defeat?
Psychiatric Center? Or something else?
It's something we will never know
For the car melted into the dark
Wednesday, November 17, 2010
Thursday, October 28, 2010
Spiral staircase boat-ish?
I had a dream another day and I wanted to write it down.
So now I am.
It is a very freaky dream and I am trying to figure out what my subconscious is telling me.
I was in this school in a luxurious boat. I couldn't see the other parts of the boat, and I didn't know how big the boat was overall. I remembered on the floor it had a thick carpet that had red as a base colour. It had scattering white flowers on it. I thought it was pretty.
I was wearing a uniform from those Catholic schools I see in Vancouver. Strangely my hair was long and somewhat curly. I was in this narrow hallway where the wall was arranged in a way that resembled a maze.
I was running and panting, making sudden turns when my instinct told me to. My shoes made no sound against the carpet. Then I saw this big window and somehow I knew I got to where I wanted to go.
In front of the window was this small, delicately made spiral starcase that stretches upwards.
Behind each stair was empty space, because they were made of black metal and was attacked to the handles. The handles of the staircase were shining gold.
This girl appeared in front of me and I began to run again. I remembered the fear and hatred I tasted, thinking that I had to get away. I dashed up the stairs. And there were more mazes.
On a downhill slope, I saw a guy going to the opposite direction approaching me. I identified him as one of my classmates. He had black hair and sapphire blue eyes. (I seem to like blue eyes a lot, I realized that when I kept on dreaming people with blue eyes and not remembering their faces). Without knowing why, I stopped in front of him. He looked at me and took my hand, shoving me gently to a corner. The girl came.
I watched, wary with tension in my body. She smiled when she saw the guy and started talking to him in a flirty way. One of his hands made the most imperceptible gensture towards me, telling me to go. I kept running until I saw another staircase.
Then I woke up. Weird isn't it??? I'd like to know what it means. T^T It'd make an awesome story though, if I can actually think of a storyline.
So now I am.
It is a very freaky dream and I am trying to figure out what my subconscious is telling me.
I was in this school in a luxurious boat. I couldn't see the other parts of the boat, and I didn't know how big the boat was overall. I remembered on the floor it had a thick carpet that had red as a base colour. It had scattering white flowers on it. I thought it was pretty.
I was wearing a uniform from those Catholic schools I see in Vancouver. Strangely my hair was long and somewhat curly. I was in this narrow hallway where the wall was arranged in a way that resembled a maze.
I was running and panting, making sudden turns when my instinct told me to. My shoes made no sound against the carpet. Then I saw this big window and somehow I knew I got to where I wanted to go.
In front of the window was this small, delicately made spiral starcase that stretches upwards.
Behind each stair was empty space, because they were made of black metal and was attacked to the handles. The handles of the staircase were shining gold.
This girl appeared in front of me and I began to run again. I remembered the fear and hatred I tasted, thinking that I had to get away. I dashed up the stairs. And there were more mazes.
On a downhill slope, I saw a guy going to the opposite direction approaching me. I identified him as one of my classmates. He had black hair and sapphire blue eyes. (I seem to like blue eyes a lot, I realized that when I kept on dreaming people with blue eyes and not remembering their faces). Without knowing why, I stopped in front of him. He looked at me and took my hand, shoving me gently to a corner. The girl came.
I watched, wary with tension in my body. She smiled when she saw the guy and started talking to him in a flirty way. One of his hands made the most imperceptible gensture towards me, telling me to go. I kept running until I saw another staircase.
Then I woke up. Weird isn't it??? I'd like to know what it means. T^T It'd make an awesome story though, if I can actually think of a storyline.
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