The little bitty tiny snow white kitten just sat there, motionless, looking confused, just staring at me…

What a giant I must be to her tiny world, beady eyes… what this is all about, what a world this is, she must be thinking at the back of her scrubby head…

Suddenly my body just zoomed into her, that tiny little fur ball.. And the shell body of me, looming larger and bigger, the shell of that giant body who used to be my physical being… was that me?

Hmm… a weird giant…

what’s going on… I shook my head, suddenly zoomed back to the reality… I’m still me, and that little kitten is still her..

“What’s on your mind, my love?” Boyfriend nudged me… “Are you somewhere else again? Yeah… somewhere mysterious and delicious, can tell by the smile on your face.”

Yeah… just give me a minute… so that I could dwell longer within that parallel body’s revisiting dream… This time my parallel astral friend GAO from another space gave me his old size 30 black wetsuit, so that I could go sky-diving or surfing, without feeling too loose of a gap at the back of my neck...“The back is ripped in many ways, when I fell on my back while playing football last week” GAO said. “Don’t worry, I can fix that”, I said to GAO, “don’t worry, I’m good at stitching works…”

“Don’t worry, my parallel friend”, GAO said, “I can take care of myself…”

GAO had been visiting me for the past 10 years, sharing with me his life, and offering me advices each time when shifts and changes happening in my life… “I think I’m ready to take a big leap in life this time, don’t worry…” “I’m not worrying, my friend, if you need me, you know where to find me…” he disappeared, into the wooden frame of my silk painting…

“Are you with me now? Love?” Boyfriend nuzzling at the back of my neck, trying to get my attention back to kissing…. Yeah, I think so, except I felt like I went back to the mid eval victorian era again... That little lady dressed in many layers of clothing, dresses and corsets, wandering in the middle of the street, of the Canterbury Fair in the Canterbury Tale… shamelessly, fondly and flirtatiously, laughing, jumping, running, and playing with her secret lover, so many heavy layers of clothings were not heavy enough to subdue her high-spirit... the indulgence of life, a little bit on the fun side... the desire and cravings of a secret love story, so secret that nobody else but her imaginative lover could ever be able to fathom the fleeting sparkling light, once a while, gleaming out of her eyes...

when such sweet evanescent past life’s memory trespassing this current life’s moment of presence…

“Babe, are you with me now? You are beautiful.” Boyfriend said, “you too… my love”, I smiled, turned my head. My eyes directly met with his. The wildest wind and daydreaming scripts at the back of my head lulled down. All the memories, imaginative friends, fugitive figures from book tales and dreamworld’s parallel bodies, suddenly all merged into one… “Okay, I’m back now… at least right this second, I’m yours. You may now have all my undivided attention.”

Vermon, little  vipers

Come upon you in an instant;

All at once they try to pounce

With the goal of devastating  every vistage, every ounce.

Creepy, crawling figurines

Travel in the night, stand behind the winding corner just to cause a fright.

Then, to get a vision of that unsuspecting  you

Rounding that corner, they  see that sad, pathetic looking you.

The you, they chose to torment

A sad, debilitating  shrew.

Not contented with their  work, they seek not to

Shierk their task of obliteration.

So jumping; jumping, pounce-they pounce,

Until they trample you and bring you down.

Immovable and saturated in hopelessness...you delve.

And those dirty, little vermon

Overtake  you like an army.

Yes those  vicious, venemous  vipers

Squeeze  until they  feel you're overpowered.

They never seem to give up

...until they feel they've finally squished you.