Surrealism

         This July morning, we decide to meet again.

         I walk slowly to him, and see his skin gradually becomes transparent. The vascular distribution is clearly visible and the blood circulates quickly. He smiles at me like five years ago, but his heartbeat is strangely tranquilly. It is not what I expected. When I reached out a hand and try to touch him, an unnatural cold comes at me, and my hand starts to freeze. However, something continually attracts me. My hand is unconsciously closing to his heart until I see a tiny person locks in the depth of his heart. The face of the person is familiar, and I suddenly realize – The person is I.

Tic-tac, tic-tac, something sounded like raindrops hitting the ground. In the meantime, an lonely monster comes out of my body and  bites him crazily. The world begins to snow.