yellow

And if the moon is waltzing on the dark grave of little diamonds, then the ocean is an art of looking through the mirror of jealous jewelry

I was half seated on the shelf waiting for rolling horses, listening for the beginning of the song. My daydream slowly drifts from clay candles to gazing clocks. The holy tears of the marching clouds fills the sky and the golden light turns into silver wax, when time, in his stationary throne, stands still as if the world is a castle made of sands. The wind, in her wooden chariot, screams of delicate dreams.

A flightless flower in magnolia dress flew gently beside the fence i built. She folded my world like paper boats.
Her halo eyes are home to the stars which played the little strings of melody in my chest. Torturous eyes more elegant than the world beneath her feet. I lost myself at the back of my head.

She took her shoes off, and danced behind the tiny rain. She was spinning around like sea carousels in fairy tales. A never ending sonata of rippled waves. A single drop of changing season. She fell to the worthless ground. She stared at me and I did likewise. An awkward pause of curious chance. I walked to her and gave her a dull hand.

We danced with the rain in the middle of the street and splashed around in the melted sunny morning. Nothing really mattered except me to be with her. But when I look into her eyes, all I see is the string of my puppet heartbeats. Exaggerated memories of smart reality.

stars beckons me to sleep

a bunch of cotton swab (british english: cotton bud) are sitting on my desk..

waiting..


for nothing..

moral of the story: life is unfortunate.. very unfortunate.

last night... i couldn't sleep

We are the lucky ones
We shine like a thousand suns
When all of the colour runs together

I'll keep you company
In one glorious harmony
Waltzing with destiny forever

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light

Time dances whirling past
I gaze through the looking glass
And feel just beyond my grasp is heaven

Sacred geometry
Where movement is poetry
Visions of you and me forever

Dance me into the night
Underneath the moon shining so bright
Turning me into the light

blue

i have never seen such huge waves in my entire life..

humongous waves of infinite impossibilities.. of never ending juggernauts of destruction engulfing me while i was standing, staring at the endless blue raging water..

endless..

endless is the sea.. vast and deep like death
endless is the time the devours everything that exists and that will not exist..
impossible to overcome.. impossible to stop

endless..

but i saw the end..
the end of nothing. empty.
the massive waves of pain squeezed my lungs.. crushed my chest.. i could not breathe.. i could not think..

and then i cried..
cried so hard even caring Sadness can't understand how i felt.. this painful, uneasy feeling cuts my heart to little pieces.. slowly like a little stream gliding silently

then wind whispers cold..
the black Night fills my entire world..
Night and i talked for a while.. until he sang a lullaby that brought my teary eyes to sleep.. i lay on the sand..

i closed my eyes slowly. and listen to the song of my heart...

..

it beats so soft, so quiet..

..

so fragile.. so calm..

..

he was crying.. like me..

I believe in magical beings that grants wishes

On a typical nocturnal basis, an average living being like humans, would enter a meditative state called sleep. Like most humans, i too enter this conceivable trance.
During this trance, imaginary figures and shapes take form creating an imbalance between nature and politics. This process is called dreaming.

According to my personal experience, dreams are natural phenomenon occuring only when a being is unconscious to his or her surrounding. Though there are some instances when imaginary figures or shape appear beside your biology professor during a conscious state, it is a normal circumstance however it is uncommon. Dreams are usually random ideas fused together in one terrific episode that foretells the future. it comes in different genres, depending on your mood before sleep.

Anyways, last night was a perfect example of an action-adventure dream, here's how it goes, I’m sure this must be a well documented phenomenon, but bear with me:

i was sitting on a lovely afternoon by the shore when a giant ketchup bottle popped in the middle of the ocean. This lifesize marvelous wonder that occupies a humongous amount of space disturbed the balance of the space-time fabric causing a strong vaccuum-like force pulling me into the ocean. I quickly grabbed and hugged the coconut tree tightly that i may withstand the opposing force sucking me into this abysmal nothing. I thought it was the end of the world at that moment. but no, after a few milliseconds, the vaccuum stopped. I fell to the ground. Shaking from the event that just took place, i attempted to stand up. I looked at this giant ketchup bottle. I saw from a distance, a massive paper taped to this bottle saying:
Rub me.

and so i swam to retrieve this titanic ketchup bottle. i brought it to the shore.
as i was about to rub this ginormous ketchup bottle, a mysterious ticking noise caught my attention.
tick...
tock...
tick...
tock...
after a few more ticks and tocks

BOOM!

i woke up.

a hero in disgust...

the long wait is finally over. i accumulated a powerful tool for usage(the internets) to invoke people to join my cause. this powerful tool is called a blog. this particular blog is about everything. everything that you don't need to know, but you want to know. just 'cause it's cool.