Emotional Flow

Fienomenology

Another Edition. Circa 2004.

Dear Me

Dear me,
How are you lately?
It’s been long that I have not let these emotions flown
I saw you the other day with someone, who is she?
a friend? a lover? a special someone?
I don’t know, maybe she is the one, maybe she is just one of the another
Maybe she’s my soul mate, maybe she’s my mistress,
Maybe she’s my Angel, maybe she my broken wing
Maybe she’s the replacement of this sorrow heart fill with dying leaves and black anvil,
Open my heart with spring scent air and fresh flowers on the open green fields.
Or maybe she’s just another person who’s trying to rip apart another torn piece
Fill my heart with another hatred, agony and pain; shroud it with more black clouds; black as the dead night in winter cold.

Dear me,
Have you forgotten how she sucked you dry?
Leaving not a single drop of tears from you?
Have you forgotten how she uttered those words without sounds that broke you down?
Don’t you even remember the way she betrayed you just like Guinevere?
Or maybe you have forgotten how you were soulless for the past six full moons?
Howling for agony and suffer, living a life that is not worth living.
Do you want to suffer that again?
Go through the pain, the agony, the cries, feeling of sorrow?
Do you realised it’s not worth it to go through it again?
Is she worth your time and your cries?
Does she even know your health and sickness?
Don’t be a fool dear me…

Dear me,
I know what I’ve been through, need no recalls.
It’s still fresh, fresh as the morning air fill with the morning dew.
Let me ask you, have you forgotten those wonderful feelings?
Don’t you miss those wonderful feelings that have been taken from us?
The wonderful feelings of floating on air, pass through the clouds through the endless sky?
What about the feeling of standing at the warm sandy beach with hot breeze touches your skin?
What about holding hands with sincerity as the adhesive to bond?
What about the passion of kissing someone you truly dear and care?
Smelling their scent and breath is a wonderful felling isn’t it?
And who can deny the feeling of someone has feeling for you?
Someone who cares for you and you care for them,
Who can forget that? Not even you dear me.
Whatever it is she’s just another person that I liked
She gave me hope of moving on.
She gave me a life to live for.
She realised me that all wonderful things happened to every living things including you
I know hope is a dangerous thing but it’s also a good thing.
If it’s dangerous it’s a risk I’m willing to take,
If it’s a good thing I’ll accept with an open arm.
No matter what the future has laid for me I will accept it for what it is.
You should learn to accept that life is as it is.
Life can be sour if you wished but it can be sweet if you make it.
Let’s hope for the best dear me.

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