I once desired to reach the highest of heights
By the shortest route and using the shortest time
But now,
I take my time to be timeless.

I wonder
(If my keyboard loved my mouse too)
By: Yue ****, July 23, 2015
I wonder if 21 grams is really the weight of our soul
I wonder if that’s why when I saw her
I wanted to leave, but couldn’t go
I wonder if it attracts by gravity
Or some other magnetic fields
I wonder if our soul is not actually alone, but
A million components with a billion views
Each attracts to its own
Soul to soul

I wonder if beauty is a factor too
Like her kindness, and her introvert withhold
I wonder if that’s what makes Andromeda spin
The universe filled with the mass of our souls

I wonder if my keyboard love my mouse too
Perhaps, the bond was broken when
She went away too, after he bid adieu.

I dreamt of living
Above the Insomniac Cafe
With mirror cakes of midnight blue
In the shape of the moon
A cup of starless espresso
Among quietly shimmering candles
Of light
That's disquietingly low
And every being asleep
Silent and smothered
Except for me
Fully awake with
An exceedingly loud soul.

Have you ever dreamt of the ocean
And then being presented with a plate of fish
Have you ever dreamt of an old friend
And then welcomed them at your door
The very next day
Have you ever left a place of comfort
In search of better dreams
Only to find that you still remain there
Within your dream of a dream
And could only find comfort in
Returning to the same old place
In the sleep of real life

Have you ever dreamt of love that filled your Whole being with a sweet essence that lasts
The entire enchanted day
And wondered if it was
Mutual longings

I have mastered the skill to predict reaching messages from an old friend
By the reunions in my dreams
Since she always reconnect with me
The very next day
And
Always took hints from my dreams
On what to write
What to say
Or even what to do

I live in another sentient world
In my dreams
A world not like
Yet not unlike ours
A world beyond the mirror.
A world perhaps beyond
The reflective fabric of our own reality.

(Dream is a mirror that goes both ways, and like a mirror, when you know what to do with it, you can use it to your own advantage. And it works very well too.)

Is freedom the ability to choose not to have it?

What if  only you have
Those memories
Moments of happiness
That were
Yet, could have never been

What if that's all you are
Goldfish of Time
Goldfish of Memories
Goldfish of existence
Once lost, once passed
Never to return,
Never to be remembered
Never to have existed.

What if I am merely the pleasant little dabs of color on your palette before you paint your true masterpiece.