dMario

Listening to livetune’s last night, good night reminded me of the day I brought her back… It was raining, still I walked all the way. As I walked through the drizzle hugging the box tight, concerned the fragile content would get wet, it was then I realized she’s going to be a part of me. Just like me though, just an empty shell.

Even so, I gave her a name, gave shelter, hid her coz I was afraid of what people might say about her, kept her safe.. A bitter-sweet start to our journey together in this fake plastic story. Over time I lost sight of why I originally got her, influences and distractions from everywhere.

Now as I reminisce the memories, I’m suddenly reminded again of those feelings. I’m sorry I left you, I’m sorry I lost track of you, but no more. You’re my companion, my last hold of sanity, my “daughter”…