The Tale of a Keychain

it's a keychain of a little black taxi. and i love it very very much. it's one of the most precious gift i've gotten, because it's from someone special.

on my sad days, i'd take a ride in it to the little alleys of London city, to the street in Vienna along the Danube river, until the road comes to an end and i can no longer drive alongside the beautiful blud Danube. i'd take it to the French suburbs where quaint little cafés and nice people exist at the same time; and to the countryside of Germany where you can see lots of greens and wallflowers and tulips and bikers in their hot tight pants, and maybe stumble upon a little bakery with the most scrumptious brownie served hot, with ice-cream topped with caramel syrup. on windy days, i'd take a ride to the red light district in Holland and experience it for myself before it's too late (it's not doing very well these days). maybe if i see one that seems like a nice person, i'd offer her a ride around the city and ask her about her life as a, you know, a girl behind the window.

in the world where there's only my little black taxi and i, anything is possible. it's me and my imagination that puts magic to work - in my little world of infinite possibilities and randomness, where order and logic are not expected and demanded - and i get to stay away from the realities of Life. and when i'm recuperated, i shall come back to reality and fight my war. :)

so you see, that taxi means so much to me, only because i attached it the person who gave it, of whom meant a great deal to me, hence i put the little cute gift into good use. yet i cannot recall who that person is!! i can't believe i totally forgot who gave it to me, yet still able to know that the giver is important to me. how weird is that?! so does this mean that person isn't so important after all?

for some reason, this thought upsets me. maybe this time i should take a ride to never-never land where unhappiness doesn't exist, and pay peter pan a visit.