Under the same piece of Blue, I found you

Lieber,

i was feeling uneasy and i was feeling difficult
heavy head, anaesthetised fingers
unable to write smooth and coherent sentences

buried in white pale paper assignments
and
soft and pale blue cotton bedsheet and blankets
want and about to throw up
it's nausea

i know i am the daydream and cynical type
at least my private self is
could not understand why everyone in the society speak so loud
and play so long
why dont they dream and think and search
for whatever
not serious things like meaning of life or whatsoever
but least like something else
out of their daily normal worldly encounter and rountine
please just do not magnify the microscopic

then i found you by chance
it's the randomness of life
by mere chance i found the thing you write
over the rim i found our shared sigh
over the rainbow i treddled and found a confidant
though inconfidable for we are physically apart
you are the kite i fly
the string is the wire that transmit our inner cry

Grusse,
joyce