Emptiness. There is something about that word that always haunt me since I was a little kid. I used to dream about seeing a girl (who is myself), stared at me at my backyard. At first, it felt so peaceful but then the girl gave me a very evil smile. After that, I saw myself (well, the girl) running away from me while dragging a pack of rice. The pack has a small hole and I saw the rice grain fall one by one. It occurred more than one time and it happened in a row. Strange.
I also had a strange dream about my mom kidnapped me and brought me to a warehouse. A large, white, empty warehouse. My mom yelled at me and I cried. I don't remember the rest of it. Strange strange dream.
I do not know why but these kind of dreams makes me feel alone, hollow, and empty. Maybe this is the reason why I always have strange feeling whenever I'm in an empty, large, plain room. Like a warehouse or unfinished home/building.
In my opinion, this picture capture what I feel about my dreams. It feels so peaceful and empty at the same time. Well, this picture is giving me a strange feeling like what I feel about large empty room right now.
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