I woke up this morning to a rumble and it wasn't my tummy. But it would be. So I curled up and didn't blink no more. My eyes shut. I have this insane urge to go to the beach. Insane urge. To watch the waves crash, and let the rain pinprick every inch of my skin. I've never been to the beach in the middle of a thunderstorm. The waves must be fantastic. Thats how my tummy feels right now. Like a wave. It feels strange. Maybe its because I havn't eaten. But I'm not hungry. Don't wanna eat anything. Whats there to eat...I forgot to restock my fridge. Maybe I'll take a long walk in the rain and go get something to eat. I'm not sad I don't think. Its something I say. You can't tell tears from rain. But you can. Its only if you keep your head down. Yes. Watching rain soaked sandals. I don't wear sandals. I had a pair, once upon a time. They were dark blue with three straps. And a daisy. I remember that daisy. summer is almost over. I don't think I've seen daisies in Hong Kong, in the wild. Everything's cultivated. Like this family. Everything in its place. Speaking of places, I want to go to the beach. I think I already said that. What would it be like to have wings, and flying. Everywhere. Feeling the rain slide off your back, and dipping, twisting...so lithe. Imagine flying over a beach. Landing. The sand slightly squelchy under your feet. Running. Only wings...how does one look, running with wings? Do you run along the beach, or right into the water. What if a wave crashes and your wings tear? What type of wings does one have...say they tear. A massive wave rips them apart. Frail, dragonfly wings. How do we fly then. There is an answer. The answer is, in our dreams. In all our dreams. And we sink down, legs out in front of us, and our wings littering behind us. Waves crash over, again and again. You can still feel the rain. Whitecaps in the distance. Theres nothing but fog in the distance. There's you, in the distance.