Setting the Old Self

It was dark and silent, but very peaceful. Down in the deep water, something started pumping, strong and clear, as if it's calling for rebirth. Strings of bubbles rash out from a young man's breath, he's awaked, from a long dream. He stretched out his long-lethargic body, whilst, he knows instantly, that another half of self is waiting for him out there, he knows she's coming. He eagerly swam out the dark ocean to reach for fresh air, the ocean is graceful and calm, the sky is cloudless blue, and the whole world is filled with hope, as beautiful as it's there just for him. He looked around, and started swimming slowly to the coast. Suddenly, he noticed the water's vibrating, like saying welcome to its old friend. The familiar hum of engine was unmistakably heard; he turned around excitedly as a giant aircraft thrilled through just above him, the conversant shadow summoned his old memories. He smiled with joy, running fast to his girl, he can't wait to embrace her tight once again, to feel her fresh, to smell her scent, at this moment, every efforts had been pay off, because of love.

I stood up in front of the computer and took a big breath as I sprawled, still imagining the whole plot from top to bottom. It was a sacred animation I yearn for so long. I closed this "FF X" tenth series CG ending with reluctance after watching it numerous times. I was fully satisfied. I lazily turned my head to the windows, the sky was dim with flying crows cackling, the sun was invisible, the thick mist covering the city with sadness. It's late June in Canton, the after rain moist made me suffocate. I sat quietly, reviewing some newly released mega and animations with my computer in a corner within four plain and heavy walls surrounded by oppressed nihility. My room was dark as usual, only the small table lamp guarding on my computer desk can provide a fragile gleam for the room. I left my legs and walked carefully to the bathroom, avoiding to step on the mess on the floor. The light had turned on, but I can barely see myself from the mirror, somehow, I knew that my hair was messy and my eyes were puffed. I'm sure this level of exhaustion is physically normal as I spent more than half of the 365 with my PC, but my expression just made me mentally intolerable. I brought my face closer to the mirror, questioning why my mom didn't give me a sweeter face. Water surging out between the narrow tap, whirring, I splashed my face from the tub, hoping to wash out all the imperpection. To admit the reality, I kept telling and forcing myself to get use to all these, plus I shouldn't expect a lot from a five hundred rent apartment. I jumped back to my throne quickly after the unpleasant refreshment, the real world doesn't belong to me, I confessed to myself. It was dark and silent, my cursor naturally clicked on the special edition of FFXII, then, here I go another unlimited journey of imaginary fantasy.