#FlowerProject – Queen Anne's Lace (safety, sanctuary, and refuge).
“Tell me the truth, what are you, for real?”
“I can see you with my own eyes, everybody does. Buy why can’t you see me? Why can’t you hear me when all I do is just listening to your voice every single night until I fall asleep.”
“I know you’re there, you really are. But… it just so weird because you don’t even know about my existence. Why is this happened to me?”
“I’ve told you for billion times that I love you. And you’d say you love me too. Where’s the point of it, seriously, when you don’t know who I am…”
“People said your smile is getting brighter each day, talking about how your eyes got wider when you got shocked by fireworks in front of the stage, or how you ride your motorcycle with your band mate late at night.”
“I knew it all, too. They said you were happy. Always look so happy. But when they saw the unfamiliar expression on your face, they started to wonder why. What happened to you, they asked. But I don’t need to ask, because I know you don’t feel alright. You just wanted to be alone, far from crowded and camera flashlight, or those girls who never stop shouting your name”
“I don’t feel right either. I’d like to run to you, or hug you, or let you cry all night on my shoulder if you want. But I can’t…”
“Why can’t I?”
“Every time I see you there, I feel like maybe… just maybe, there’s a possibility that you would see me too. But you’re just too far, and the gap which I cannot erase is already getting wider every day, even now.”
“Stupid. I feel like a stupidest human alive for thinking that maybe I can see you someday. Maybe the distant would not be the issue anymore. Maybe… you will see me standing in front of you, with the deep gaze of yours which I dreamt every night.”
“I’m getting tired of hoping. Lately I’ve been thinking that these all will end in the top of my tongue. I will never have a chance to make you recognize me. To make you see me, to tell you that I love you, and to tell you that I won’t dream about you because… because I don’t want to! I don’t wanna have a dream about you any longer! I want you for real, not just in my dream…”
“I just want you to hug me… Can’t you?”
“Honestly… What are you, huh?”
“If you are real, so why can’t I be with you?”
—cloudsans January 8th, 2017 / 12:24 a.m