none of it compares to her eyes.

26 january 1999

i know you talk in sounds.

but i can't forget.

nothing i can say will convince me otherwise. i'm ready to create & formulate & regulate. are you coming with me, boys? girls do as they please & i'm often satisfied with the work.

you remind me of a small, defensive animal. beautiful. when your voice is on the uptake, i know i feel older. when i'm with you, i feel older. the world is much more brighter when i picture you & i together, sitting, no longer alone, on some porch swing somewhere. your hand is palm up & mine is face down & i'm clapping up & down on your fingers. i can't tell if you're annoyed because you've got your head tilted back & a far away look on your face. i would have to get up on my knees & fold over the space about you to tell what your eyes say. if i lean over & kiss your cheek, i'm afraid you'll grab my face & swing me off into the yard. grow old & i would still think the same thing. so i'll just dive into your stomach & wrap my arms around your waist.

let's grow old. just because it's lonely to grow old.. well, alone. i know you're thinking it's a big mistake. but what if it weren't? what if you have nothing to give up & i have nothing to give? we keep face & appearances are seldom but impressive. we like that kind of life but spend most of it by ourselves. together, by ourselves. your friends know it, my friends know it & it's rare that you let me out of the house alone without thinking of me when you look in the corners.

that's where i am. really.

the corners of What?

she runs.

away.

NOTE: this artwork is a copyrighted image by shiao fung. it is not to be used without her express written consent. thank you, drive through.