To Rita

For a letter never delivered, I shall still write thee down. During the past years in R's Studio, which really made me felt I was really doing something worthy to others by meeting many people in different areas visiting your site. It's really happy and thankful as I found that my name was included in your autobiography; meanwhile, our relationship built in the Stone Age encouraged me a lot in the unreliably internet society, which bloomed a true friendship only by the communications of the words. Tata, Evonne, XYZghost(Bogle), and many other friends I met at your place were a nice experience.
I really appreciate your hard work connecting so many from so few. Yes, my memory shall be ended in such a feeling; however, in a long and lonely journey seeking for myself in the loneness world, I did conceive you into another ideal, which sometimes confused me a lot.
Since you and your work left me, things changed quickly. There're two parts consisting of my entire life, school life and it's after life. I'd like to define it as "internet life". And the most of it during that time was keeping staying at your site. The problem was pretty clear, I need a substitution. Strangely, I did have my solution, and it did work. On the contrary, an empty feeling was filled with my heart again, which appeared once in my junior high. You knew I have had a habit of writing, and you even gave me a space to place my works. In some cases, I shall say sorry to you for transferring our relationship to a romance in some of my works. I do miss those days. People will always change and we shall keep walking. Yes, I knew them all well. But for now, give me some more time to conquer my weakness. Let me stay in this little swamp for a little longer. Things will be done, shall be done.
Sincerely,

your friend, Vanity
20080212 in Jioufen

The shabby doll

A shabby,
one leg-missing doll
with an empty cup
in its hand.
The missing part
lay on the ground
waited for its salvation,
which will never appear.
The eyes made of buttons
were no more shiny.
As the days elapsed,
it was covered by dust
until the whole
became the dust.

The fallen knight, the fallen kingdom

A knight fought for his kingdom for a long time.
Even it's rotten and corrupted.
Until one day he realized there's nothing he can do.
The knight left without a sign.
The king claimed that if the knight confess his sin,
he'll forgive what he has done.
However, the knight refused to return there.
All the people in the kingdom were discussing about his betrayal.
A shame and an unhonored action.
The corrupted truth lay behind the gossip.
Somehow the knight was also confused with the situation he met.
To leave it be or return to wait for the next generation.


The knight heaved a deep sigh.
"I've already failed all my men in the necropolis. Too much toleration made too many tragedies."