p i p e d r e a m

I was reading this letter and find myself feels warm inside. first of all, maybe because I still have my grandma alive by my side. I can't say that she is as healthy as she supposed to be.. but I believe that If I were to write a letter to her, this is how the letter going to be: ... My dear Oldmom, I don't know if you could read this clearly or not. if not, you can wear your glasses that I place right besides you, yes that yellow-transparent glasscase. or you can also find other person to read this for you, I hope they can read my words while makes my feeling fathomable. this is Ayrine. I know you always forget my name and that makes me feels a bit blue, but all will be okay because you never forget who Ayrine is. all I want to say is the reason why I always ask you to tell me your story. Why 'today we haven't chat yet, tell me a story' was always my first sentence to you every night I came back home. I love how you laughed, m...

Under the moonlight I glimpse A familiar dimple smile I had once  Begone simple days and innocent ages Short-lived like a butterfly in a phases Under the moonlight all seems pretty as time moving ever so briefly never knew that my old soul would catch up, this fast onto my faces Under the moonlight I felt so different like a cruel disposition never knew that old memories could catch up, with sudden epiphany of present days Begone childhood days and a mere silly happiness Short-lived like a meaningless youthful romance Do I entitle to make allure interpretation? or stories turns out pipedreams too? Even if it fuzzy under the dimmed light My mind clearer as it was never before Even if it bolder the line map on my skins My soul could never feel any wiser. And through the rearview mirror, I can just saw: Ah, there she goes again, pathetic sentimentalist!