Monday, October 10, 2005
Another me.
Sometimes we looked at blissful photos of others and ask. Why am i not that person beside, or that person smilling with randiance and love. Lousy as we are. The glimpse into another person life set us into a world of glassy cold window. We see a world of indifference through window, filled with colours and glamour. Besides, humdrum and lifeless world makes u upset and lonely.
Sometimes i wonder if someone is looking at me through that very window too, seeing me in a world of colours. And we both looking into a world painted with colours for others, while living in "paint"-less world ourselves. How cold is our heart, how depth is our understanding about another person? the transient beauty of life is so short-lived. Photos can keep memories but it never can keep the colours u once painted.
Another me from another u?
Or another u from another me?
Which one do u choose to see. I just wana break e window to be another me.
jjia leaving skool at 3:36 AM
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