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I remember laughing so hard at this.
Thursday, September 23, 2010
Tuesday, September 7, 2010
Parallel
"Look at the clouds. See the part where the shade's darker? It's like a reflection of that above."
The clouds made me feel so near to the sky. Like if I reached out my hand and stretched a little I would touch heaven. On the far right, I see a trail of lights glimmering. Traced them and found a kite at the end of the invisible thread. So that was how you flew a kite when the sky's no longer bright. Unafraid that it'll lose its way because you believe the lights will guide you. So you give your best and let the kite go far. Watch it soar and rise, tasting a little of peace when it gets to breathe above everything else. You can look away for a second but you hold onto the thread in your hands. When you look again, follow the lights and there your kite is. It's like freedom, when people put their trust in each other. You don't hold it tightly to your side all the time because then it'd never get to see what the other side under the sky is like. What you have in your hands is enough for you to believe that the connection is safely present. The lights will guide you if it loses its direction or falls along the way. Such a subtle expression in what a tangible activity. It speaks of an aspect of love that I've yet come to terms with.
The clouds made me feel so near to the sky. Like if I reached out my hand and stretched a little I would touch heaven. On the far right, I see a trail of lights glimmering. Traced them and found a kite at the end of the invisible thread. So that was how you flew a kite when the sky's no longer bright. Unafraid that it'll lose its way because you believe the lights will guide you. So you give your best and let the kite go far. Watch it soar and rise, tasting a little of peace when it gets to breathe above everything else. You can look away for a second but you hold onto the thread in your hands. When you look again, follow the lights and there your kite is. It's like freedom, when people put their trust in each other. You don't hold it tightly to your side all the time because then it'd never get to see what the other side under the sky is like. What you have in your hands is enough for you to believe that the connection is safely present. The lights will guide you if it loses its direction or falls along the way. Such a subtle expression in what a tangible activity. It speaks of an aspect of love that I've yet come to terms with.
Kids
I used to count the alternate white and black as I crossed the road when I was young. And now as I step on the last I'm thinking this will also be the last time I'll ever cross this road. The void deck with the stone benches. Six round seats. I remember how I used to sit there and wait while observing in silence. Right behind is a choice between a slope and a small flight of stairs. I always chose the latter. Face the clinic that has undergone renovation so many times. And out to the carpark because the badminton court site has been fenced with barricades. Lift upgrading, the signage reads. I recall us hauling the rackets and net down the stairs. I was always the lazy one who stood by and watched them tie the net to the poles. She would look at us from the window while we waved frantically and pretended like we were too carried away with the game. When she signalled that she'd be going to the kitchen to prepare dinner we'd wink at each other, then fish out the coins in our tiny pockets and race to the vending machine a block away. We had to be quick, because she didn't allow if she knew. This is how we grew up.
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