“Don’t decide what my tomorrow should look like. I want to live in a dream and breathe a fantasy sometimes. Just let me live this way, I need it now. “
Kaija was lying in bed thinking about his words. He was worrying about her, she knew that.
But she didn’t understand why she had to live ‘her own life’ if it’s so pale and grey.
‘I feel lost and unhappy without brightness of magic. I need wonders in my life, Teller. I want this how hard it was.
I want this life, life with storytime and ghost rivers, life with dreamers and wishes of heart, life in this Wonderland. And I finally want to decide my own way how to live.’
He didn’t answer, but he heard her.
She looked at the window. It was open. Heavy clouds let sun shine for a while. Birds were singing, fallen leaves shared their gold.
Beautiful November day.
Cold wind blew in her face and she breathed in some fresh air.
— So… Can I fly or not? — asked she in whisper and climbed the windowsill. — There is only one way to find it out… — sighed she taking a step.
… — Can we fly, Teller? — asked that little girl sitting in an armchair near the fireplace.
— Who knows. There is only one way to find it out. — smiled he. — Maybe one day I’ll show you.
She sat silently and looked at him. ‘He is more like Dreamer, not Teller… Why he should be Teller…’
‘Because there is Dreamer already. You don’t know him.’
They read eachother’s thoughts for a little while when she felt very tired and fell asleep…
“Remember me like a sweet memory
Hold it dear as I’m gone
Remember the eyes looking so deep
Through the crowd
To find the answer I took a step down
Bear this memory, hold it dear
I’m always near
Closer than you think
Bear this memory, sing it dear
My snowball cage is open now
As I’m gone…”
— I can hear your voice even in 1250 miles… don’t try to fool me. — said she. — Teller.. where are you?
But he didn’t answer. He was hiding and she had to find him.
— I simply can’t see you…
— You don’t have to. Just feel. — heard she right behind. She turned around but there was none.
… Memories passed by her eyes while she was flying.
Kaija was lying in bed thinking about his words. He was worrying about her, she knew that.
But she didn’t understand why she had to live ‘her own life’ if it’s so pale and grey.
‘I feel lost and unhappy without brightness of magic. I need wonders in my life, Teller. I want this how hard it was.
I want this life, life with storytime and ghost rivers, life with dreamers and wishes of heart, life in this Wonderland. And I finally want to decide my own way how to live.’
He didn’t answer, but he heard her.
She looked at the window. It was open. Heavy clouds let sun shine for a while. Birds were singing, fallen leaves shared their gold.
Beautiful November day.
Cold wind blew in her face and she breathed in some fresh air.
— So… Can I fly or not? — asked she in whisper and climbed the windowsill. — There is only one way to find it out… — sighed she taking a step.
… — Can we fly, Teller? — asked that little girl sitting in an armchair near the fireplace.
— Who knows. There is only one way to find it out. — smiled he. — Maybe one day I’ll show you.
She sat silently and looked at him. ‘He is more like Dreamer, not Teller… Why he should be Teller…’
‘Because there is Dreamer already. You don’t know him.’
They read eachother’s thoughts for a little while when she felt very tired and fell asleep…
“Remember me like a sweet memory
Hold it dear as I’m gone
Remember the eyes looking so deep
Through the crowd
To find the answer I took a step down
Bear this memory, hold it dear
I’m always near
Closer than you think
Bear this memory, sing it dear
My snowball cage is open now
As I’m gone…”
— I can hear your voice even in 1250 miles… don’t try to fool me. — said she. — Teller.. where are you?
But he didn’t answer. He was hiding and she had to find him.
— I simply can’t see you…
— You don’t have to. Just feel. — heard she right behind. She turned around but there was none.
… Memories passed by her eyes while she was flying.
Linlin's Poetry 