Wandering the mountain, the ocean, the Great Wall, and the stories behind them..
A mountain is always tall..
Unless, it would be called a hill..
An ocean is always never ending..
Unless, it would be called a pool..
The Great Wall is always great due to its effort and blood spent..
Unless, it would not be called 'great'..
An 'always' is always an 'always'..Tall remains tall, never ending remains never ending, and great remains great..
Now..
Imagine a being, living on the Moon, who is occupied with an utterly different angle
What is a mountain to him?
What is an ocean to him?
What is the Great Wall to him?
To him, a mountain is a negligible chunk, an ocean is as small as a palm's reach, and the Great Wall is simply a line on a wasteland..
An 'always' is not an 'always' anymore..Things change, things morph..
Missing someone..is like being that someone on the Moon..
Everything becomes so far away, everything is out of reach..
Everything is memories, everything is missing..
Everything is imaginary, everything is illusion..
Everything is numbing, everything is nothing..
But, stories were not lost..They were kept in those places well..They are there for people to discover..They are there to be refound..
They are there to be reborn..
A quote from Five People You Meet In Heaven:
"Some said the only time we waste is the time we spend thinking that we are alone.."
Oh well, then i must say that i am wasting my time now..I miss her like hell..And i cant help it but to let this lonely heart wander around the mountain, the ocean, the Great Wall, and the stories behind them...