in another universe-
in another life,
(maybe)
in another time,

i am a dandelion seed, riding freely on the wind,
i am a butterfly, emerging from my chrysalis;
i am a shirt, hanging on the clothesline;

i am the wind,
playfully tickling your cheek;
i am a thought,
slowly spreading inside your mind;
i am the smile,
playing at the corners of your mouth;


i do not tire from waiting,
i do not hunger for food,
i do not thirst for love,

i am a memory,
i am (but) a dream,



(and) when you wake up,

i will cease to be.
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i guess i can be surprisingly honest and open about things that are very private or personal.

why did i even answer?
even if ask myself, i don't really know why-

all i know is,
if you ask,


i think i would answer.
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I hate crying in front of anyone else, and would usually only do it if i am in an uncontrollable state, or if i am sure that i am alone and there is no one else watching. For me, crying is a sign of weakness, a kind of weakness that i refuse to admit/give in to. I am hopeless at comforting people when they cry, and i really fear seeing tears in people's eyes.

for the first time, the other day (in a long time),
i saw a grown man tear before my eyes.



it broke my heart.

we are not close,
i don't know him well,

but still-

the feeling of helplessness and guilt at not being able to help a friend-
the feeling of sadness at someone's reluctance to open up to you-

maybe it's stupid,
but i hate seeing people sad.

i hate it hate it hate it.
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falling asleep to the sound of crickets and frogs croaking,
waking up to the sound of roosters crowing and cows mooing,



(though i am a light sleeper and usually hate any kind of noise while trying to sleep)

is surprisingly refreshing.
i think this would be one of the many small but significant things that i would miss when i am gone.