there was a girl I met recently,
she said she wants to hide her true identity,
so I didn’t ask her name actually,
I ask, “Did you do something not capable on our locality?”
she nods and changed the topic directly.
Months passed and people babble behind our backs
they we’re individuals who wear hoods and jackets coloured black
those times I really feel weird about what’s happening
I didn’t opened up to her and yet still examining
about this weird girl who continued talking
even though I wasn’t listening
to her story as a human being.
We talk as friends, talk comfortably as companion,
day-to-day we talked about our vivid imagination
if both of us reach our dreams and ambition
we would still be friends same as the introduction?
But something weird happened while I’m dreaming
the girl I met died at jumping on a tall building
she died, her head hits the ground on collision
I screamed in fear and dialed her number in full confusion
But no one answered.
I woke up stretched arms, what a long dream.
©aphoticblue
