Thursday, February 6, 2014


Cold sweat,
cold breath.
- just some flashes of youth triggered in me as I saw kids playing seesaw on TV.

Why was our high so high?
The feeling that we would almost rocket to the sky
and grab the clouds by our hand;
the thump of thrill in our stomach
as we let go of the grip and brush through the air;
the wind that wipes and dries up the sweat on our skin;
the cold of the grass when our feet press on it;
the sudden bump to the ground;
the impact to our butt;
the moving of our joints;
the climaxing sound of hinge;
our ego;
our desire for highness;
our power;
our childishness.

I ask, what's the difference of feeling so high and feeling so low when we were young?

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