Yesterday night I dreamt of a girl.
Her legs dangling freely in the air; her hands gripping tight the edge of the cliff.
There, the sight of the girl clinging on. There,the rhythm of her mournings could be heard.
Even for the slightest shaft of light, even for the teeniest brink of hope, she prays.
I saw her struggle. Her face so weary.
But I threw a hysterical laugh, how pathetic, just how pathetic I thought. And with a cold shrug, I left.
What happened to the naive little girl thereafter, I have no idea.
Yesterday night I had a dream, and the dream was real.
3 comments:
aiyer...sounds so scary!!WA JIN KIA!
ju on punya story line ka
hahaha.it is a complicated story.
both the little girl and "I" refers to the same person. It simply portrays an internal conflict.
OISEH like shakespeare nuh!
ya loh.. macam ah piao ...
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