Lucy again...



Mist all ‘round again. Everything’s fading out in the dark veil of mist. A boy’s sitting under the weeping willow. Wild wind’s blowing through his shaggy hair taking his mind far far away. Everything’s so dark that the burning end of the cigarette in the hand of the boy seemed like a light-house from distance. There’s ain’t a sound all around except the sound, of collision of the wind with the falling leaves, that seemed like as if a cloud of sorrow is roaring wanting to rain all pain down in the form of tears…

Suddenly a little louder sound broke the stability of the environment as if those roaring cloud starts a hard rain. The boy’s searching for the source of the sound. But couldn’t find any thing. Suddenly he realized that it’s the sound of someone’s steps through the falling leaves. A hazy figure, in the dark mist, of a girl was walking alone on her own through the woods. Knowing nothing, being blank like hypnotized the boy stood up and followed her. A long narrow road full dust like scattered dreams. The boy continued his walk behind the Lucy of his dreams…


The path bends away to the horizon. While walking through the path the boy was lost in his own dreams that was scattered in form of dust all along the road. He felt that everything he ever wanted was just right there, he realized that the man he always wanted to be was no one else but he himself. A fade blue light was glimpsing amidst the dark cold black. After walking a while the boy understood the blue was a distance star imitating its ray how far it can. He thought deep and deep but couldn’t understand why only one star was on the sky…

Suddenly rain started, heavy rain. As if the rain was washing away all the pain, all the sorrow, all tears were lost in that rain. The boy looked at his Lucy of dreams. He saw she closed her eyes, letting her spirit free in this wild rain. The rain turned to be heavier. More and more dense. Everything was getting colder and colder. Rain drops turned to snow-flakes. The boy was about to lose his Lucy in the dark heavy snow-flakes. He wanted to run and hold her hand. But there’s some mystic force was holding his feet to the ground. He tried and tried but all tries were in vain. Finally he won. He loosened up all the chains, broke down all the walls and ran free to his ever dreamed Lucy. He took her two hands in his two. He was ‘bout to say something. But a mysterious smile of Lucy made him spell-bound, hypnotized. Snow was getting thicker and thicker so that it’s hard for the boy to even see Lucy. But even in this cold freezing wind the boy felt warm in the touch of his dream. He slowly closed his eyes to feel this moment more and more…

Then when he opened his eyes he found everything so dark that he couldn’t even see Lucy though he felt her two hands were hold in his two hands. Suddenly he realized that there’s a pen in his one hand and the other hand a cigarette. He confused again who’s his Lucy, his pen or his cigarette. He went to bathroom, washed his face in cold water. He looked into the mirror. He saw his face. So do I. I felt I know him. The boy’s face was so similar to someone, but who he was actually? I looked into the mirror more carefully. My head started spinning ‘round. The image of the boy merged into my own image…