I woke up this morning thinking whether it was just a dream. And then I saw the haunted box, lying calmly on the side table next to me.
Whether or not it was a dream, it disturbs me. Badly. How hard I try not to think of it, I still do. Everytime I see Penang plat number, or when I see anything that relates to Penang. Anything that relates to hotel room. Bed. Blanket. Or anything. It can be, asam laksa. It can be satay. It can even be any type of Penang food or Penang people. Or places in Penang. Sometimes, it still happens when it doesn't even relate to Penang. It's getting worse now that the same date is approaching. I feel like déjà vu. I feel like I have the same experience of feeling sure that I have witnessed or experienced this. I can produce a complete script and a movie out of my thinking. I can assume what happened and keep thinking about it. My heart will start to beat so fast I can feel that it's going to pop.
I am just a little girl lost in the moment. I'm so scared but don't show it. I can't figure it out it's bringing me down. I know. I've got to let it go and just enjoy the show.
Be content like I should. Like this.
one must have loved, then unloved, then love again..~Aimy