Saturday, August 28, 2010

Genie is Gone at The Moment

We are tight. Really, really tight.

 

The expression is shown on both of my lovely aging faces.

I figured. Causing her to act the way she has been acting. Been so close to him. So nice. Been teasing him. Thrown in a few English phrases.

To ease his frustration. Take him to Utopia. Even meant for a second.

Yet his mood is not set for the play. His mind is wandering. Belong to somewhere else.

Whole life, he had been slaving away. That was what he had been once. Toiling all his life.

Now. He is sitting on the same chair, pondering on life. Counting up his creases. He knows well he still capable of. Despite people around him are rejecting him. Shut him down.

I.

I have so many wishes right now. So many plans mapped out in my mind. I can't wait. I have to.

Wish I'm a little older, yet young enough to take their places.

Undo their furrowed brows.

Take them on lifetime vacation.

Hong Kong.

China.

Japan.

Taiwan.

Or Korea.

If there's a place call Utopia. We stop there.