tell me, girl

Three days have passed; Three days since the little conversation we had, three days since I brought along a different heart to school, and three days...people around kept popping out question marks for me about...ME! Yeah, it may sounds confusing but that's all I can use to describe what their questions usually about, it's either my behaviour or my look...

People always call those who dream under the sun a white-day-dreamer. I didn't really bear that title for all these time, but......within those three days, I think perhaps...I have eventually play a role inside the story "Sleeping Beauty". It's just this time, the prince is the one who sleeps, I mean his mind and I don't think there's an ending where the prince wakes the princess up, then live happily in far far away.

Here's the funny part, I know I was bothered but I could't see clearly, what is troubling me and I know I was going to sit on the throne of blur kingdom, it's just...I couldn't put down that honour; My concentration ran away like the piggy being chased by wolf, my awareness just roamed freely like animals inside the jungle, in fairy tales. And till the bottom line, I was so helpless like the granny inside the wolf's tummy.

How I wish...I can blame this on someone, may be the bad, old witch or the hungry wolf. But I know, that just won't happen. At least......I think I have restrained myself to blame you, you or you, no matter what happen. I guess I just couldn't sit on the judge's chair...

Every fairy tales ended with a happy ending, I hope that this lousy story of mine could meet up with a turning-point or the princess inside the story could open her heart once more to the prince. If the writer found it's hard to let the story goes like what I hope, then.....may be He could write the princess would move her beautiful lips and tell the dwarf knows what she wants...at least that...