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 Mar 2017 Cosmic Dust
Lunar
it wasn't only a sense
of longing:
it was
belonging
to wjh:
home
is where my heart is
as i found nostalgia in you,
i felt a sense of long on the night of march 3
 Mar 2017 Cosmic Dust
Lunar
The most tragic story isn't the one written by Shakespeare
or Hans Christian Andersen

It is not about Romeo, Juliet and their forbidden love, dying together

Nor a man, a mermaid and their impossibility to live for each other

It is about a writer and a reader:
Where the writer has written down, in every language, every realistic & imaginable word & emotion for the world
But the reader doesn't even have a chance to read them

The most tragic story is about the reader who can not read, and in the end, the writer who will not write

The most tragic happily ever after is where the reader and writer end each other
To My Reader
 Mar 2017 Cosmic Dust
Lunar
I loved too much
wishing I'm the key
of the happiness
that he goes out to seek

I loved too much
but I'm still too weak
to be the writer
I want him to read

I loved too much
too much of he
who didn't even know
of the love that grew inside of me

I love too much
too much to see
the reality
of impossibility
 Mar 2017 Cosmic Dust
Pei Yi
one cool blade, against pale
skin pressing lightly just
a bit then a bit
harder

no red so again just a bit
harder, against the smooth
surface until it
breaks

pain does not shoot through
your veins it is merely
routine, one way of
relief

— The End —