Strawberry Avalanche

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This is a world
of dreams and reverie,
Where I felt the stars
explode around me,

Laying in my bed, I thought and I thought and I thought.

I thought about I how I lay in my bed thinking, how I enjoyed thinking, how I learnt from thinking.

I learnt about myself.
I learnt about my likes.
I learnt about my dislikes.
I learnt about me.

Some nights, I lay in bed thinking about other things, other people, other worlds.

Light fixtures; such a curious creation, yet never taken notice of.
Emery Yee; the half-caucasian, half-chinese class president who looked absoluely adorable in that polka-dotted sundress today.
Neverland; oh how I wish I could run, no, fly away to Neverland.

Some nights, I lay in bed and sleep, but I dream.

My dreams are like my thoughts, all of them, put together in a stop-motion film. It plays, pauses, stops, rewinds, pauses, forwards, plays, stops. I like films. I like foreign films. I love French and German films. French and German, so alike, yet so different. One, the language of love; the other, the language affliated with Hitler and the World Wars.

Tonight, laying in my bed, I thought and I thought and I thought.

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