Reminiscencing the past has never been my forte. I love my past. Everything that has happened, everything that I've experienced. Its like an adult thinking of the time when he touched a light bulb the first time when he was a young child. Almost magical, something that disney seemed to hold when I was young. Something so fantastic, full of dreams and tingling sensation. Flying in the clouds, catching the moon, imaginary giants in the sky with their gigantic castles up there...
I remember the elasped really well. Its as if I can even grasp the image right in front of my own eyes. The very essence of what I see...
I had a fascination with snakes when I was young, attributed to the fact that I was born in the year of the snake (1989). Soon however, like many others though not in the same context, I've grown out of this childhood interest.
I ask why is it that I see what I desire or rather what I regret in conjunction with this creature in a dream? How do I, I ask, defeat this monster? I never looked at myself as a strong person, I could not protect what I wanted, what my utopia was.
What I do not want to reminiscence, I leave it out. It has been a year since I've dreamt of it again. I pray to God Almighty, oh Lord, could I have done something to intervene sometimes? Its over now of course and I though I do not see why it had been done but I know things has been set on motion and your obviously in control. I can already see it happening but sometimes I wonder if it was worth it.
The very fascination I had when I was young, the very thing I dreamt about since young. In conjunction and in terrible aversion. The forlorn nostalgia... What I wish... to have a melancholic dwelling on those thoughts but whats the use of of thinking of the same water that falls from a waterfall?
Stranger on the shore...
