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myOtaku.com: Samejima Mamimi


Saturday, August 20, 2005

All the things left undone. You never looked back on them not even once. Beautiful drawings waiting to be finished. Lovely music waiting to be written. Poems of life never shared. Stories never told. Just leaning against the floor, looking for a purpose. Just waiting for you to come back. Just waiting to be finished. To be fulfilled to their destiny and be cherished and loved by many. It's unheard of. It's unseen. What would ever happen though, to those things that you never cared for. Through the years you forget about them. You make something new. You dream up new ideas. In your mind imagination is infinite. There is no end as long as you remember. You'll remember everything that’s ever happened. Everything you've ever written. Everything you've ever drawn. And keep it close, because you made it.

It’s strange how everyday, is just like the one before. Nothing ever changes and I just wait for this day to end. So I can be free to live in my dreams. To feel all the emotions I never could in day. To experience the thrill ride in life. I’ve been forced to miss. Without my dreams, I would be in a world with uniformity and boredom. All day long, each and everyday. The same people, the same personalities, the same conversations, the same clothes. I couldn’t take it. It’s like living where there is nothing to be happy about. They say I should be able to be around my friends a lot. But no, everyday…the same things, the same words, the same thoughts. There’s no more left in it. So all I have to do is wait. Each and everyday, till I can sleep once again. Till I can dream to the stars. Till I can show them what life is all about. And then, tomorrow morning I’ll start it all over again.
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