Chapter Two - Memory
2/8/2017 ‘Tony’ I could write the whole script of the life of my dad, The instagramable dream life that he lives, Maybe just a little more extraordinary than an ordinary life. Time chew away the paint, And the wheels through motion and gravity. We fixed the sliding door of the kitchen together, Taking something apart and analyse its mechanism, Like how we built all the IKEA furniture 15 years ago. For the days I was home, He would go get the freshest produce every morning, Made three meals during the day, As he was making up all the time we lost. How many memoirs were documented by our taste buds?
5/8/2017 ‘Home - Shenzhen’ It has been four years since my last visit, Faces, streets, smell, The stickiness on every surface from the humidity, All become familiar as it was yesterday. Concrete raised between trees Unrested mind and fast-moving paces, Neon lights dancing between the skyline, Before the last beam of sunlight squeeze through, Forming the city with endless possibilities. Eleven summers in this home, Filled up a chapter of my life, All the notes that try to fit in the harmony, Will all become what I am longing for. Vibrant colours in those millions of dreams, May those fast-spinning minds and paces, Each finds its own space to shine, And to rest.
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