4 AM

4am. Editing Suite. I'm awake. I'm working.

Jiaming has his laptop on and he's playing quite some chill music while he wanders off to lala land.

All his chill music is setting me into my world.

I find myself building myself a world.

I fill it with stories I created.

A girl who paints herself black and wander the city as shadows of people and spend her life running away from raining clouds.

A little boy who fears time pausing and finally gets buried in mud on one rainy day and ended up as a snowman.

A Organ library with a mouth searching for a ear who listens to it and finally found it but in the end they were seperated, bought away by a man and a woman who lives streets apart.

A child whose body was cursed by a witch, all sweets are poison to his body. A fairy gave him a magic wand which can allow one sugar intake per year, which he in the end gave to a sunflower which lost all her nectar to a proud butterfly, and he vanished into the air as pollen and got carried away by wind.

Person who was left behind by the world which migrated to Saturn, went around collecting all the tuna cans in the world and filling public pool with coke and ice, changing into prada evening gown to sleep in top hotel, but weeps in the blanket at the end of the day upon sudden realisation that he/she was like all the tuna, coke, prada gown and hotel, forgotten and unwanted.

A prince who lives in a blue world and was unhappy until a beggar arrived in his city with colours. He traded all his castle and riches with the beggar for colours and wandered the world in the tattered clothing of the beggar.

A piece of cloud fell in love with a yellow daisy which grows in a pot outside the window of a little girl's room. One day, the little girl went over to her granny's place to stay for a couple of days and no one watered the daisy. The cloud saw the daisy bending it's head and drying away. He hurried to a river and drank like a hungry monster. He got heavier and turned black. He hurried to the window and fell onto the daisy as raindrops. Daisy regained it's beauty while the piece of cloud sleeps in the soft cotton like earth.



My imagination is running wild. Very wild. And kinda sad.