Here We Are

When are you going to call me? I thought about it every single day --- now and then whenever my mind wonder around the memory game. I called you so many times --- but I guess your mind is buried in the load of daily life. I cannot blame you. I would have been too.

I am going to wear my light pink dress tomorrow. I took it out of my closet and laid it carefully on the end of the bed. There is my reflection in the mirror. I am not a thin stick of needle anymore --- over a decade, I cannot even loose an ounce on any firm will power. I do not have those long hairs that I love so much anymore --- I might be practically bald in a few year, the thought of which gives me a familiar smile. Nonetheless, I am still me --- as the way I am --- never bowing, never compromising, never forgetting --- annoying everyone including you with this tiresome overconfidence. But if one can see me deep down inside, oh!! --- how I hated those thorns that kept me in solitude all my life.

If I ever get a chance to write down the poems of our young and ambitious days or if I ever get a chance to play my hollow guitar again and sing my favorite songs in a whisper under the brightness of the moon or if I ever get a chance to draw the paintings of our Oh nothing so special memory lanes --- I will write about you, --- not only just who you are but also all the sadness and happiness about you. Will you let me be??? image is from http://www.google.com/imgres?imgurl=http://idontlikemondays.us/blog/Bubas-Pink-Dress-Cherry-Blossom-Landscape-Photo.jpg