fugitive

last night i had a strange dream.

i was a fugitive , the settings seems to resemble USA , i was running away from the police , there's a guy who's accompanying me , however i never address him by his name, he doesn't talk much but listened to my instructions obediently.

i told him that we should go against the flow of traffic while walking along the road, so if the police car would to chase us, we will run the oppposite direction they are coming.

We came across a pet shop that sells miniature cows , cows the size of poodles. They are rather cute. Then my accomplice disappeared, i walked into a convenient store to get a can of drink , i fumbled with my wallet to make payment .

A loud voice hailed from behind " you there, the man in green shirt, there are some people here wanting to talk to you ".

I turned around to see a tall man ,roughly in his 40s, with short hair and deep eye sockets, pointed to the alley around the corner.

My thought were running wild, im sure it must be the police, should i run ?

Then i woke up and everything is back to normal.

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scar

i've taken an affinity towards suicide notes , on my study on anthropology , i observed that mankind wants to remembered in one way on another ; photographs, mementos , souvenirs, the nature that our mind stores vast collection of memories shows and possibly proves that remembrance is omnipotent in us.

Like kurt cobain once wrote "it's better to burn out than fade away ", these famous words left a mark of saying why "die" slowly, allow your image / fame to degenerate gradually.

Leaving with a big bang , or combust quickly leaves an imprint that is difficult to forget.

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