Spooky bowtie for my suit to hide my true self and pain.
The wish, that I had written on a card hanged in a bamboo tree,
started to cease for the ice that run deep through the river,
struck by the cannon of love,
and is still waiting for the avatar of the sun to help the June bride,
celebrate the wedding without the rain,
and is waiting for her groom to lift her veil.
Tick-tock-tick-tock endless sound that pierces the silence, sometimes irritating, annoying and disturbing... how I wish it would stop.
The noise that drives you to anxiety.
In the end I can just let go a heavy sigh for it’s my only ally when it comes to sorrow and solitude.
It gives you the assurance that the hand is marking every second in the timepiece.
It only meant one thing... that even if you felt it slows down when you’re in a pinch, the second hand still twitches.
I believe that time won’t stop to tick.
The only one who is warped by the time you came into my life, is me.
I am mentally chained and emotionally linked to the chapter of my life where you helped me write some parts.
I don’t have any intention to prolong this nightmare.
I am spell bound by the time you spent with me.
Every time I close my eyes I would see you smile.
The curve that carved a sorrowful scar onto my heart.
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1:01
I still have a good fraction of the scenery when I first met you. In front of a rundown shop in the show window was a mannequin wearing a wedding gown. My left slipper snapped which caused me to lose balance and fall. You came out from the rundown shop and helped me get up by offering your hand. I can never forget the picture of your face that day. You’ve got black eyes and wavy long hair. Your lips are a color between pink and red. You are wearing a white dress and holding a market bag. As I accept and hold on to your hand, I noticed how pale and soft your skin is. You even lend me your slipper.
“Sorry, it might be small for you and it’s not made of glass... but for now please accept this, Cinderella.”
You said with a teasing and chuckling soft voice. I cannot help but blush in shame from your comment for it is lame to be called Cinderella by a lady when you are a gentleman. Nonetheless I manage to regain my composure.
“Thank you. By the way, what is your...”
I was cut off when you started to walk away and shouted, but I miss the chance to hear it properly because of the noisy street. I watch your back until you were swallowed by the crowd. I can still smell your scent. A rose that is soaked by milk and honey. Sweet and innocent. For the first time I now appreciate God’ wonderful creation.
2:02
It’s been a month since that encounter yet all the things that happened that time are still fresh in my mind. I’ve been going in front of the rundown shop. Waiting for you to open that door again. When the sun is about to set, I decided to stop by in the nearby grocery noting that my fridge is empty. I notice a familiar scent near the counter, when I looked at who is paying I immediately felt a whisper in my heart I was about to get near you but the person next to you yelled.” Don’t cut in line dude!” So I got no choice but to get back where I fall in line and watch you went out of the grocery. All I can do is follow you with my eyes.
3:03
I carried your slipper around hoping that I might bump to you in the road. How uncool for a guy to carry a single slipper wherever you go. When I was eating with my friend in a restaurant for lunch I saw you pass by from the window glass. Your wavy hair is playing with the wind. I know from the moment that my breath got caught in my throat to the point. I needed to drink the water of my companion in one gulp. All I can do is to keep your slipper clean and carry it around.
