Thursday, April 13, 2006
I watched this same movie when you did not come. The American soldier promises to come back and marry the girl. She is crying with a genuine feeling and he says, "Promise! Promise! Henoy-sweetheart, my promise is as good as gold." Then he pushes her onto the bed. But he doesn't come back. His gold is like yours, it is only fourteen carats.
I did not lose myself all at once. I rubbed out my face over the years washing away my pain, the same way carvings on stone are worn down by water.
I remember all these things. And tonight, on the fifteenth day of the eight moon, I also remember what I asked the Moon Lady so long ago. I wished to be found.
And you dont even care
-I posted this way back. And I'm gonna post it again. Cause I feel the same way right now. How i wish you could read my posts instead of looking past me, not feeling my pain. I really love you. I do.
It's a beautiful disguise.