Memories condense to become a solitary rose petal hidden under the piano lid, in nameless comfort. Till it begins to dance; dancing in rhythmic steps on the fading shade of yellow; the yellowing keys will then hum the tune which I had thought was long forgotten, transformed into the shape of -
(and the trembling notes humble me so much so that i fall into a pleasant state of insomnia, and i know i no longer have to care about the distant past, which has already been dissolved in an empty void; an infinity of light years away.)
- a rose petal. and the rose petal remains safely guarded in the lovely gaps existing in between my consciousness; slowly dying away.
1:41 AM - and Time will say nothing but 'I told you so'. Check out Chinese version of my bleeding voice [here].
