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Date Posted: 00:58:23 05/21/03 Wed
Author: Sin
Subject: love letter to no one
I heard a coarse hoarse voice from below. It was my neighbour, a boy, of twelve, thirteen maybe, I can't really remember now. He broke voice. It was funny to think, a kid I once looked over as a baby, was now soon growing into adolescence. And I couldn't recognise that change.
I wished I knew you when you were younger. So I could see what made you. Is your world really that different from us? I know for one that the skies are bluer, and at night, the stars fill its capacity with their blushing brillance. So unlike my skies, which are of the palest barest blue you cannot imagine. But sometimes, just sometimes, my grouses are refuted by the amazing travel of clouds, threatening to blind our eyes in all their pure radiating whiteness. And that is when you would call to me, eyes ablazed, fingers frayed heavenwards, that the sky, the sky is too beautiful. So so beautiful, that I, I am rendered speechless.
Like the sudden lone yellow flower we saw under the tree one day? I joked of how the careless wind would blow it away. How the restless rain would beat mercilessly upon its leaves, yet still it stands, proud and strong. You always had an eye for those things no one esle ever saw.
Yes, I wished I knew you when you were younger. So I'll know what gave you that silent voice of poetry, those words on paper that beg to be heard. And who put that music in you, together with all the other stuff you know I hate like Physics and Mathemathtics you could never managed to convince me to love. And what made those eyes that used to search the skies fervently for answers, grow old and cold. Their arrogance and deviance once alive before, I see no more.
If I knew you when you were younger, I would say to you in all my childish recklesses, get on that train to Vietnam, gather your things by the ocean and I will meet you there.You'll bring the maps. You've already bought the maps. I'll take the cat. Two cats.
But too late.
I should have known that you were too good for this world.
I just didn't believe it then.
Then again, maybe I'd wished I've never known you.
For then I would have never
Never ever
Experience
Loss.
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