Play with me, dear ?

and we will pass through the sleepless night

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Late birthday

Yesterday was your birthday.
We have cake, a very lovely cake for you.
And tiny candles shined bright. Did you see that honey ? Those sparkle lights danced in colors, weren't they beautiful ?
We sang for your birthday. We clapped and tried to make you laugh.
But still, you did not smile.
You did not say anything or even notice.
Oh my dear boy..
It was not your fault right ?
It was not your fault that you couldn't talk.
It was not your fault that you didn't know about your birthday.

But why don't they understand ?

She still smiled while she was hugging you. But I know she couldn't save her tears in the midnight.

You don't have to know about it.
You don't have to worry about anything.
Just keep playing and be happy. I know there will be a day you could speak to me
Like every children.

My dear brother.

Greetings

It has been a long time since the last time I wrote something.
I am always interested in writing.
Those words passed through my mind like a sweet breeze, echoed over the empty soul. And I, carefully but hastily, tried to write all of them out.
Silly.
Expeditious feelings, forever haunting.
I know that each time I write something, I would sink deeper into the world that I created with those words.
It's helpless.
But now I return.
I could not run away from my passion, even how cruel it is.
So
Let's play.
June 2012
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