Koala Forlorn
The harsh springtime wind blows through my ears on Wednesday morning. I couldn’t sleep the night before, nothing tells me to rest my body even though I am as restless as ever. I glanced at the ticking hours that never stopped to disturb my peace and trigger my nerve. It’s 8.00 AM. I have an online meeting that night. I look at the paper manuscripts that I have to dine and decided to leave them there, pull my jacket on, and go for a jog. Papers don’t appeal to me when the shine is shining.
The last time I felt like this was when I forgot to visited my Grandpa’s grave. Nothing interest me anymore, and for a while I yearn for things and things also seem to yearn to me, but even that’s just not enough. I am not sure if anybody ever feel like that. Stuck between outing something out of you or adding something in, although you don't know what it would be.
I haven’t looked at my watch until a drop of salty sweat drips onto my mouth as gasped for breath. I was already running for thirty minutes by then/ i smiled unintentionally, ironically. It come to me that the only thing that keeps me doing things is intense sorrow and emptiness. Is it the way that I should go on their lives? By making sorrows as fue to continue suffering?
I shrugged at the instant dar thought. the zoo hat standas just after the bay area. I reentered it. a pair of thin. I asked her once bout why would she hide her name, I thought it was beautiful. she htted me so hard once that I neary fell. she didn’t take my innocent question lightly.
“James, you are a good person. but sometimes you are too curious,” she said with a peal of soft laughter that followed whenever she says something. Her dreary eyes always seemed watery. That’s the thing I remembered very vividly. A well is in her eyes, and I didn’t know what those water contained. Was she crying all night every day? she was sublime in everything that she shows, but also exceptional at everything that she hides.
A monkey into a koala cage,
For each date since then, we always visited the abandoned zoo near Chinatown. Portland is a sleepy state when it’s winter. It’s like the presence of snow make people go away, and for us two, the snow fees like the part of our world
Setsuko went by the name Elise, but her real name is Chizu Namida, his father is a Japanese exile working as a farmer in California in mid-sixties Setsuko.
“Too much love will kill you” by Queen. One grim evening she covered the whole song by the piano in her house. She was wearing
She fascinated me more than anything I’ve ever encountered. It is both eerie and enigmatic to think that a creature, as ordinary as they are, can attract another ordinary creature so severely. Is it the very mundane things about her that I am longing to dig more? or is it something unsayable, untranslatable discretion that has her smile as She was right that I was too curious and I shouldn’t have, curiosity builds adrenaline, and egoism border between
Am I lying to myself now or had I been lying to myself. Was meeting her a border between two eras I long to reimagine? And if it was, did it lead to a good side of life or a bad side of life? I may never know because I never judge what she did to me and my life, whatever it was she did to me, she just did, and my life was never the same again. And from that time, the time still rushes in the dawn and I was still studying to a top university, until I get my alma mater and realized it was her that I needed. It was her I needed to yearn for.
