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She Was Mine, a Child, Lost in Time…

She was mine, a child, lost in time, and time has, its, death-grip around her throat, slowly, suffocating her, choking her, into that slow death.

She was mine, a child, lost in time, the one who’d, never had the chance of being “formed”, and yet, I still, loved (in the past), love (in the present tense!) her so very much, simply because, she was, mine, and there need not be, any other reasons.

She was mine, a child, lost in time, and, she’d, drowned slowly, in the river of time, and, there was, nothing I could do, but to, kneel by the riverbeds, and cried all my tears, and my tears, in turn, formed another, grander river, then the river of time, my child had been, drowned to death in.

She was mine, a child, lost in time, the one who’d, never made it, the one who’d been dead, way before her time! And, there was still, NOTHING I could’ve done, or can do about this death that I’d been carrying, since 2008………

She was mine, a child, lost in time, and, in lost time’s embrace, I know, she’ll, grow up safe and sound, and besides, it’s better, that my daughter stays DEAD, because this world is so full of FUCKING shit, and I surely as HELL wouldn’t want what had happened to me, to happen to her too!

She was mine, a child, lost in time, and, time shall, keep her safe and sound, untouched, and, she wouldn’t lose her innocence as I did, when I was, a very young child myself………

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These, Bruised Dreams…

Reality had, started, using DREAMS, as its, PUNCHING B-A-G!!!

And, before we all knew it, these dreams, they’d become, so bruised to, beyond RECOGNITION already…These bruised dreams, what are we supposed to do with them now? They’re, NO longer perfect (compared to in the beginning, when we’d, dreamt them all up, before reality started, KICKING their ASSES???), and, we don’t want, ANY sort of imperfections, appearing, in our dreams, do we? So yeah, we’d, tossed them out, along with the TRASH, on Monday mornings, for the collectors to, pick ‘em all up, and, recycle them.

punched to bruising 的圖片結果like this???  Doesn’t, look pretty, does it???  Of course N-O-T, not my photo…

These bruised dreams, maybe, we should, keep them ‘round, who knows, the bruises on them, may eventually, be gone, and they’d all be, good as new again, won’t they? And, tossing them all away, wouldn’t it be risky? After all, it’d taken us, long enough, to finally, start seeing these dreams, slowly, coming true in our lives, and, we shouldn’t just, toss them all away, because of those, itty, bitty, bruises that’s now, startin’, to show, should we???

These bruised dreams, even AS they’d, made their, complete recoveries, they will, NEVER be the same again, because, these dreams will, NEVER get, returned, BACK to the time, before they got, those, blue, green, purplish, bruises, coverin’ up, ALL their, “bodies”………

what reality is doing to dreams, EVERY second of, every day of our lives…illustration from online…

 

 

 

 

 

 

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I’m Not a Porcelain Doll, the Reflections in the Doll Corner

This morning, the Porcelain climbed off that high shelf that her owner kept her on display, toward the floor, and, she stood there, in front of the mirror (b/c it’s a girl’s room, and ALL girls want to get dolled up, don’t they???), and, she’d looked at her self in the mirror, left, and right, like how a scientist is examining something s/he’d just, discovered…

I’m not a porcelain doll, Porcelain mumbled to herself, although I looked delicate, fragile, easily shattered, but, I have, a heart of a Raggedly Ann, you can SHAKE, toss me, and let me DROP to the floor, I still won’t BREAK!

not my photo…

I’m not a porcelain doll, the Porcelain decided, that she will NOT be fragile like she’d always been, she’d wanted her owner (a little girl???), to pick her up, and play with her without worrying about shattering her, and so, Porcelain started changing, metamorphosing, and, the little girl who’d owned her, hadn’t seen her, she’d, forgotten about the existence of this particular Porcelain she loved so much.

not my photo…

I’m not a porcelain doll, I won’t break if you shake me too hard, and, even if you tossed me high up in the air, and I come down, landing on my head, I still won’t CRACK wide open!

But, although Porcelain had, made up HER mind on not to break anymore, she still can’t change her physical self, and, surely enough, she’d, shattered, for the last and final time, and, we are all gathered here today, to MOURN the loss, of our dear friend, Porcelain, she was, a very good doll, she just can’t get satisfied, being WHAT and WHO she is, that, is why, she had “died”………

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Stuck, Between the Perfect World and the Bottom Line

This, is I guess, how life goes, huh???

Stuck, between the perfect world and the bottom line, we’re, barely surviving here.  We’d been hassled, by this day-to-day, ordinariness of our lives, and, our asses got dragged down, by that harsh note of reality, the moment we returned, from our honeymoon, and, all of a sudden, we are, bombarded, with a ZILLION (and no, that’s still NOT an exaggeration!) bills to pay, people to keep up, and, we’d lost sight of “us” in the process.

Stuck, between the perfect world and the bottom line, why, oh why, did I, allow the harshness of this hard-hitting reality, to take over this life of mine, I kept wondering, but, I just, can’t come up, with a SATISFYING answer for that million-dollar question!

Stuck, between the perfect world and the bottom line, that, is how life goes, I guess, there’s NO escaping, getting RUINED by the everydayness of life, after all, that, is what life is all about, making the adaptations, to living ordinarily, right?

Stuck, between the perfect world and the bottom line, we kept wishing for that perfect world, to fall into our laps, and yet, at the same time, we were both, bogged down by the bottom line, and so, we’re still, struggling, and, I reckon, that this struggle, shall never end!

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Two Lost Souls, Joined by One Happily Ever After

Like that UGLY-AS-HELL toad and that DUMB-BLONDE princess???

Two lost souls, joined by one happily ever after, they were drawn, by the mirage that Crystal Ball they gazed into together, that promised them a bright and happy future together.  Two lost souls, joined by one happily ever after, you know, it’s kinda like how Cindy thought that she’s free of her working as a maid days, the moment she’d fitted her foot into that glass slipper, without realizing, that the weight GAINED from her unwanted pregnancies, by the spreading of Charming’s TADPOLES, will cause her, to CRACK the heels of those glass slippers.

Two lost souls, joined, by one happily ever after, and they still don’t live happily ever after until the very end, and that, would be how all those modern day, starry-eyed, dumb BLONDE princesses’ tales end.

Two lost souls, joined, by one happily ever after, they fell, to the false promises of a happily ever after, and that, was all that it took………

 

 

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When the Plans You Made Conflicted with Your Reality

Giving in, to the DEMANDS of reality here now, are we???

Sometimes, life, it just goes AGAINST you, doesn’t it!  When the plans you made conflicted with your reality, what will you do?  Just CHUCK those plans?  But, it’d taken you FOREVER, to make them, you can’t just, throw it all away, can you?  Nope!

When the plans you made conflicted with your reality, that, is the way it’s ALWAYS gonna be, there’s NO doubt ‘bout it!  And, you will end up with, a TON of unfulfilled dreams, those bubbles that burst, and, a WHOLE lot of disappointments.

When the plans you made conflicted with your reality, there’s NO way, you can predict what is to happen in your realities, and, you’d already made those plans, and, you DO see how, that would be trouble, right?  When the plans you made conflicted with your reality, can you do anything about it?  Of course N-O-T………

 

 

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Kidnapped by Reality

Help!  Reality had kidnapped me, and, it’d demanded NO ransoms from my loved ones…

Kidnapped, by reality, I had been, and, because for a very long time, it’s just, me and reality, I’d originally hated it very deeply, but, because I’d relied on it for my basic needs, I’d started, developing what seemed like love toward it.

Kidnapped by reality, it’d taken me hostage, and, I have NO choice, but DO as I’m told, NO matter how much I didn’t want to, because if I don’t, then, something AWFUL is bound to happen to me.  Kidnapped, by reality, I’d lived in this state of mind, for so very long, been locked up in that cage too long, that I’d lost my will to fly…

Kidnapped by reality, and, there’s NOTHING I can do, it’s either adapt, OR die, so yeah, I’d forced myself to adapt, to this reality I’d found myself to be in, and, one day, reality, it just set me free, no questions asked, how O-D-D?  Why did reality kidnap me, and then, release me, without ANY requests later???

Kidnapped by reality, and no, I won’t give in, I will NEVER allow it, to take ME hostage, I’d rather DIE, and so, I had, taken away, the ONLY leverage that reality has of me, my own life, and, in the very end, mine, was an unsolved mystery case, and the perpetrator, reality, it was, NEVER caught, OR, brought to justice, nor did I pay, for MY untimely demise!!!

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