Moon is the rock
in which I find her
talking to me
through an echo.
Clouds of oblivion,
come, stay, and go.
Dog barks at me
as if I am a ghost.
Driver honks at me
when I walk in middle
of this road.
A force is pulling me,
too mild, but I feel
that it can lift me off.
Moon, clouds, dog, driver, force
is a short story like those
pieces of puzzles.
They can never connect
unless you know their contexts.
Even if you know contexts,
they are mine not yours.
They can be yours if you trust me.
Find me, talk to me,
ignore dogs, ignore drivers.
Lift up, sail through clouds,
come to me, come to me.
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A very linear way of explaining what I mean by each logo-centric word in a disjointed subjective context. Then, one can connect those subjective pieces to form a meaning. But even then, those meanings might not be understood completely due to subjective differences between reader and writer. The last attempt of writer is to summarise the story by making the reader as writer and writer as the beloved in his story.
in which I find her
talking to me
through an echo.
Clouds of oblivion,
come, stay, and go.
Dog barks at me
as if I am a ghost.
Driver honks at me
when I walk in middle
of this road.
A force is pulling me,
too mild, but I feel
that it can lift me off.
Moon, clouds, dog, driver, force
is a short story like those
pieces of puzzles.
They can never connect
unless you know their contexts.
Even if you know contexts,
they are mine not yours.
They can be yours if you trust me.
Find me, talk to me,
ignore dogs, ignore drivers.
Lift up, sail through clouds,
come to me, come to me.
--
A very linear way of explaining what I mean by each logo-centric word in a disjointed subjective context. Then, one can connect those subjective pieces to form a meaning. But even then, those meanings might not be understood completely due to subjective differences between reader and writer. The last attempt of writer is to summarise the story by making the reader as writer and writer as the beloved in his story.
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