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[Nov. 25th, 2025|11:59 pm] |
HARU-KESHIKI
光が伸びる方角はどっちだい?
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| Tobenai Tsubasa |
[Jan. 16th, 2007|10:34 pm] |
So I had a dream the other night. We were in an abandoned warehouse/factory type building. There was a tight tunnel or corridor filled with pipes that we had just entered. We were previously in a gym-like place, except I was looking at it from a top corner of the room, strangely enough. There was a dark blue haze to everything. My "class" was lined up in single file and we walked down the tunnel one by one. Beside us, another group like us was walking in the opposite direction. It was a pretty tight squeeze, but our arms never touched the other group's.
The second scene. Somehow, we were all paired off. I was paired with a boy, but I never saw his face. We were on a hill with camping tents placed in a line around us. People were milling about. You couldn't see the scenery around, but it was in the dark of the evening and a white light (a campfire?) was lighting everything. It was a vast, clear space. The boy and I were in a tight embrace. I couldn't see his face still. My face was turned to the left, the right side of my face pressed to his chest. He was wearing a dark shirt. Only his right arm and his shirt were all I could see.
Third scene. I was mad. We were walking on this row of some crumbly dark blue material along the wall. It was a long, thin-surfaced material. One slip, and we could fall. We were along the wall of the gym mentioned previously. There were girls, one on each side of me. We were hanging onto a silver pipe as we shimmied along the blue material. Someone said something. It was something, I think, about the boy that had hugged me in the last scene. He had left me, maybe. I started to hold onto the pipe tightly and stomp on the blue material. It crumbled down onto the gym floor, which was a long, scary way down. A girl was telling me to stop. I didn't listen.
And that's all. Someone tell me what it means. |
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| Confused |
[Oct. 2nd, 2006|06:42 pm] |
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I think those dreams in which I make out with random boys seriously gets to me. I think I'm going crazy. You know what the strangest thing is? I never remember their faces. |
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| Plenty of Things to Say to You |
[Sep. 30th, 2006|08:34 pm] |
"There are many things that I would like to say to you, but I don't know how." I stumbled upon a song today on someone else's lj. I don't even know how the song sounds, but the lyrics are beautiful.
"Spitting Games" - Snow Patrol
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| Blank Pages and Your Eyes on Mine |
[Aug. 2nd, 2006|11:26 pm] |
Sometimes I look up there and see no answers. I call out and nobody is there. I cry to the earth and nothing comes out. I see you there, eyes downcast, face pinched in a pained way. I touch you with a hand and you flinch.
And my random words are your temple. |
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| Taiwan. |
[Aug. 1st, 2006|11:20 pm] |
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Taiwan is home. My home. I don't consider Canada my home anymore does a wanderer chains. Everything about my homeland makes me fall in love all over again. The landscape, the music, the food, the cemetary at Jiu Fen, the memories in Kaohsiung, the largeness of Taipei, the towering skyscrapers, the noise, the crowds, the night markets, the Taiwanese accent, the way of saying Mandarin, the 7/11's, my relatives... It makes me tingle all over and feel a heady sense of excitement. A sort of sadness follows. It'll be a period of time before I go back now. It's okay, I'm a patient person. I'll take it day by day. |
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