Did I mention my phone screen shattered

YES IT DID. o.o''

So i got a new old iphone5.

here is a poem I wrote in highschool enjoy.

Background: In 9th at a band competition I was selling cotton candy. I gave cotton candy to this person I met because he cheered me up. He said he would contact he never did. I would often dreamt about the encounter would never remember his name or face. I met him again in college. Well the dream was better than the person.


To the person who haunts my dreams:
I have tried, but i could not.
Would you mind reading this
and hopefully
understand what words could not?

What if nothing happened for a reason?
Then what is the reason to do nothing?
What if our dreams were our reality and we’re just living in a dream?
Then in that dream, I would have been very happy because you have been living in my dreams
for the longest time...
I agree, it’s quite lame and cheesy to say (especially in this way)
that dreaming is never a waste of time with you on my mind.

To dream to once again, to dream about a dream of a dream is a wonderful concept,
but life is not that simple.
There has to be the snooze button to wake us up.
Living in a world, to be controlled,
to want to be free
Everything are mere coincidences.
Right?

In a place,
somewhere we only know,
we exist as memories and thoughts.
Are we really there?
Or is this merely a show?

To be able to say that i live everyday
in thoughts of a memory
in hopes finding the dream
to say that i have lived with no regrets
to hope that everything won’t depress
is quite brave.


So this is my last chance to take that second glance and say
what shall i do
if my dream’s dream doesn’t come true?

But you are a part of this never ending dream:
a dream i could not see
a body without a face
a soul without a name
Yet, you exist.
Because all the things that reminded me exist.
And i am here because you are there;
I guess you never disappeared.

It is unfortunate to say, that things did not go our way.
I could wish for you to stay forever in this place:
a place we only know
a place unique to us
a beautiful memory.
Don’t you think so?

Is it too late to retrace
the footsteps in the sand
so that maybe this would never end
and start over and over again?

To walk forward and never look back would be a waste.
Why such haste?
There is so much time.
So let’s go back to that one special place
(in our mind)
and live this dream in which you exist.

So let’s go to “A Place we Only Know” and see how things go.

There is nothing wrong with being scared
because you know
I will be there.