In late August, on a cloudy day I can hear cicadas singing while all windows are closed with careful listening
The air conditioner has been turned on
Middle of the safe summer Missing the heat, crowd, and noise
A train is passing by
My sister is sleeping on the sofa; her calm breath noiselessly floating around in this dining room
Last summer
It was like All the colour of my lipsticks and nail polishes popped out on the ground
I scattered from east to west, right to left, up and down
Putting on my white heel sandals,
I stepped on every sand on the beach,
every small rock that hindered me moving around with ease,
every stone pavements near the bars, clubs, and a castle
Everywhere I go, I took sunlights and moonlights with me, above me
Days and nights, all mixed each other,
From the most touristy area in Berlin to the private area in the same city,
From my friend's favourite Spanish restaurant to the sea coast with yellow sand,
From an M&S in the under-constructed building to the sports bar in which Chelsea's game was on,
From a French breakfast cafe to a crowded beach with cold water,
When you think two heterogeneous things cannot be migrated with each other,
When you think there is a binary between two opposite things,
When you think you turn around the daylight to the night neon light,
You know there is not an actual binary there
When you take one more step on the crossing line on the road,
Your toe tips into the next chapter gradually without realizing you crossed the line
You know there is not an actual binary there
When you look up the sky, okay it's cloudy today,
but it can remind me of the same cloudy sky I saw in Norwich from the second story of the bus,
The similar passing-bys of clouds, the similar grayness of the sky, the similar smell, sometimes
Last summer, a little pieces are still connected to me
They are all drawn on my skins, my brain cells, truly,
I can even remember how sweaty one night I got
However, one thing I don't remember is, Whether I heard of cicadas, the typical nature summer creatures in Japan, singing or not
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Daydreams
ŞiirA poem collection about my experiences of studying abroad in England. I had to go back home due to the COVID-19, which makes me frustrated, unsettled, and unfinished. That's why I decided to create a poem collection although I only have one poem h...
