i finish my history final. and it is finally, final for history. and i hope my history class will jsut be written entirely into history. but, not likely,and i don want it to.
i wish i could go back to HK sooner, then i don need to think of so many things.
i wish i could write chinese, for i cant resemble her in chinese at all, no word seems appropieate for it, there is nothing associate with her that is chinese.
i m comprehensing her last smile in vain. only that remind me of some buried memory. It make me smile so bitterly, almost in despair. somehow i m in the same spiral, that i thot i could never fall into again.
and if you study history enough, you will know" history repeat itself". you were the ghost lingering on your deathbed, begging the greater immortals to grant you a second chance. a history teacher allow you to live through your history again. you had a gun in your pocket, you had a syringe of heroin. you promise the immortal to crush that needle with that gun. the next emotion you felt was jsut an soothing lightness, the wall start melting onto you, you panicked, and you couldnt move, putting that gun into your mouth seems to be the only way out.
then you are back in your grave,awaken from a dream taht seems as long as a life time. you realised why you can run your finger though your mouth and feel the air behind your skull.
It is called destiny, slash, history.