Monday, Afternoon
Monday, March 05, 2007
I had a dream before I woke up.
In this dream, there was a girl.
The familiar voice, the eyes, the face...just without the attitude.
There was food on the table. Did she cook that for me, or was it just something I bought on my own? I can't remember.
Why does she have to be the one I subconsciously think about? Why is she at the back of my head without me knowing it?
Why her?
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I had a visual before I went to eat.
In this visual, there was another girl.
The familiar hair, the skin, the voice...just without the cheerfulness.
Her head was on the table. Was she crying, or was it just my imagination? I can't really tell.
Why did I walk away? Why didn't I stand near her and just console her with silence?
Why?
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I listened to a song before I went off for school.
In this song, I got reminded of yet another girl.
The distinct voice, the eyes, the face...just without the familiarity.
She sits at her table. Was she feeling down, or was she feeling nothing at all? I'll probably never know.
Why did I add her? Why didn't I just consider her as invisible?
Why?
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I had a memory while I was walking in the rain.
In this memory, there was a girl.
The beautiful voice, the smile, the hair...just without the closeness.
I lay my head on the table. Has she ever liked me, or was my affection one-sided? I really don't want to know.
Why did I confess? Why can't I just treat her like any other friend?
Why?
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Losing faith,
Terensu The CraftKnight.
Let it Rain.
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