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ぜんかい -- ゼンカイ
no longer yearning. what have we not done before?
"the world is really but the stage - create the most fulfilling play"
If you're a thief, master the art of thievery.
A psychotic mind leaves no room for regrets.
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Zheng Kai
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Thursday, May 29, 2008
Colours - Rainbow in the night
Purple. It was a stunning car. I would have bought it if I had the cash. Maybe when I grow up and earn enough money. My wife and kids would love it, I'm sure. Then the outrageous crashing sound came through and I was lying there, knowing it was all but a dream.
Black. That was all I saw after that very proud and royal purple. My world was in darkness. To my left and right was all but black, and more black. It was as if the tar had engulfed me and swallowed me into the roads of hell. I heard sirens, shouts, cries. I thought of the movie I just watched over the weekend. The chaos seemed so familiar.
Red. It began to feel a little wet. It wasn't raining I'm sure, but my clothes are getting drenched. The source seems to be from my head. My hair was in a total mess. Soon, I was flooded in a pool I can't swim out from. It was terrible.
White. The sirens were gone. Chaos was still present, but it felt different, as if in an enclosed environment now, a building possibly. Figures in white started to rush and hover around me. Some were in a face of panic, others just looked resigned. Then, it dawned on me they were doctors and nurses. Yes, now I'm sure, the smell was unmistakable, it was definitely the hospital. Am I dying?
Yellow. I was blinded. My eyes were writhing in pain! The bright yellow lights above me pierced through my pupils as if they wanted to dig something out from behind. Then I saw those knifes. They were going to cut me open, I swear. I was screaming inside, but I was completely helpless, I could not get up to stop them, and to turn those lights off!
Brown. It must have been at least a quarter of the day. I was completely drained. I couldn't be bothered anymore. Either way, I did not have the energy. It seemed like the operation's over. My mum came to visit. I couldn't see her clearly, but I knew it was her. Her brown hair flowed over my face, caressing me gently. I fell into a deep slumber.
Pink. It had been 2 weeks. It felt like forever. I didn't feel very much different, honestly. But I knew I was recovering. I thrilled at the thought of going back to school, hanging out with my best friends. I was slowly but surely edging into the pink of health. I know it, or at least I think I am.
Green. My parents' heavy footsteps woke me up. I couldn't see too clearly too. It must have been the sleeping all these while, making me feel so groggy. They seemed to be in a tense discussion with the doctor. I see my parents signing a green document. I think I might be discharged soon. The nurses are already unplugging the tubes from my body. I am going to be free again!
Orange. My relatives had all gathered with me to see how I was doing. I, too, had been eager to know how every one's doing. Unfortunately, they all seemed to be depressed. I wonder why. When I'm fully recovered I am going to make them happy again, I promise. They brought me into this room. It was hot! I felt like I was burning. Then I saw those fiery orange flames! It was unstoppable! I thought I had melted, but it wasn't painful at all. I really wonder why. I started to shrink...soon everything else grew many times in magnitude around me. I was dwarfed.
Blue. It was bumpy ride. I felt claustrophobic and nauseated. It was as if I was trapped in a tiny jar. I tried to get out, but to no avail. Then all of a sudden, the bumping stopped. I could smell the blue sea, it had been a long time since I had been to the beach. It felt so cool and relaxing, unlike before. I could faintly hear my sister tearing. Was it because she didn't get her toy she wanted again? I will buy it for her next time when I have the chance. The blue sky above me lit up, and the wind picked me up on my feet. It was exhilarating. I was flying just in between the two blue universes. I am free, forever.
(c) CHOK 2008
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