Sat night, I played tennis on the rooftop of ntu alumni.
To my left I see the setting sun. Then, to my right I saw the rising moon. It was a full moon. Big, round and slightly orangey.
I spent time watching it. Noting the path it took. Gently following the already set sun.
It was a beautiful day cross night. The kind I like.
That night, I had a dream. I dreamt that I was in Melbourne. Just that, it was more New Zealand-ish than Melbourne. But still, not a place in nz.
I was with a grp of ppl. Only a few that I know. They brought me to their favourite hangout. A cafe situated on a slope facing a beach or lake, it was too dark for me to see beyond.
It was a cold winter night. The place feels like Queenstown in nz, but I know its not.
The moment I step into the cafe, I was captivated by the view. We were looking down at the bay. The low lying moon in a distance. It's reflection captured by the water. I saw 2 moons. 2 big round orangy bright moons. I drag the chair to the window and took my time to admire the views. The grp of friends sitting around me, chatting within themselves.
Once again, he noticed me. Saw that I am out of the group, in my own space. With my face almost sticking onto the window planes.
He asked, will I still be around on Friday. If yes, he can drive me somewhere, where there's a place i am sure to love. Again, I didn't reply him.
This time, I do not need to reply him. Because, I woke up.
I can't help but ask myself, why am I still so wishy-washy. Why cant I be more determine and face up to what I really want? Why do I always paste a smile on my face and come up with any reply to avoid answering the question truthfully, so as to hide what I really feel.
When will I have the guts to speak for myself and be true to my heart?
"Did you hear me, when I talk to the moon?"
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