I shamefully feel no emotion to write about. I blame it not only on the ending of my sadness but also on the delay of my happiness. “I feel no emotion, I feel no fear … thus I’m free” said a great mind … nothing more untrue. It’s precisely the feelings that give us the freedom of the mind that we long for. What’s the use of being physically free if the mind can not experience the emotion of feeling it?
one can experience feelings in two ways: when we can’t resist them or when we choose to have them. i am convinced that i have always had an option but my answer has never been different. now i’m again about to choose: should i grow feelings for someone far and busy? why would i do that? i’ve been constantly impressed since the begining of this year, i’ve been constantly waiting for the next ‘hello’, i’ve been constantly dreaming, yet i constantly remind myself that it’s impossible.
It was in June 2007 that I wrote this, but back then I didn’t know that this was the year when all my dreams were to come true.
Like in a dream I’ve listened to the words he said. Like in a dream he took my hand after we danced. Like from a dream I woke up hoping to dream again the night to come.