I hear the rain on my right, and I see the sunshine on my left. If you introduce them to each other, you will get a sun shower. The sun and rain will make love. The rain will reflect the sun’s light and produce beautiful colours.
There you go – all we have to do is reflect on each other to create happiness. I’m a bright person, otherwise, why would green be my favourite colour? Why would I smile at you? Ok, sometimes I would ask questions like: Why are we never in the spots where the rainbow begins or ends?
Other than that, when do I ever give up? I only give up when I think it’s the right thing to do, like stop chasing things that won’t ever chase me.
Someone just came out of The Curve building with wet glasses. It’s not the real thing if you don’t get wet.
So much water.
I’ve been sweating a lot during sleep. It’s so hot even with the open window. Still, my heat was evacuating.
I dreamed that my fictional father and I played Russian roulette. I don’t know how I had the courage to play along, but I enjoyed it. Fiction helps test your limits.
You have to treat fiction like Asimov’s robots; they are more human than humans. Yes, I am juxtaposing reality against fiction/imagination. You can reveal lots of truth in your imagination. I say this because what we say and do will be forgotten, and the only thing that matters is how life’s encounters have made us feel. I’ve done bad stuff and still feel nothing.
Yet, secrets and lies are forever. Not even the rain can wash them away.
More people came out wet; they smell nice.
If what you feel is inappropriate, you’ll ignore it or hide it for whatever reason (fear, carelessness or lack of comprehension). The lucky ones feel nothing like they’re descending from a mammal to an arthropod. You may call them unlucky too.
I like how you run your finger down my spine, which is the pathway from and to my brain. Run downwards; it means you want sex. Run upwards; it means you want to know me.
What goes up must come down.
Cry me a river?
