I find myself spends a lovely evening… Here with a cloudy sky, and soft dark rain… Is my time already here…
No matter what we use as an excuse, it seems we always seeing through something. Well, its not a new issue. But something we have to let go the think that masked our sight. We are not always within a masked ball here.
I don’t want to see the world anymore… A first sound comes in humble harmony through my shallow consciousness. But why…? Why must those words, question by question are popping up out of nowhere.
Sometime, and some other many times, life is just (more or less) about the personal point of views. And all pictures are about understanding, or perhaps the capability of knowing and accepting things that we call a belief. So there, including what we believe as to the right things and their opposite – the (perhaps)Lanjutkan membaca “Little Sky and Big Flower”
In this life, what do people aim, wish, search, and so on? A friend ever said to me, that she wanted to become rich, so she can offer her parents with good houses; other spook to me that he wanted to become rich, so he can work to serve humanity with less burden, so heLanjutkan membaca “A Little Sanctuary A Little Happiness”
Life is temporary as short a soft wind blows in my checks. But are we already appreciate this temporary life? Or die we still wasting it somehow? Well, life is life, no matter if it is short or long enough. We should joyful in it.
They’ve said that we humans are not so different each other, even essentially isn’t has any different at all, yet when we look other what are we really seeing? Did we really see the same humanity, the same joy, the same sadness, the same happiness, the same despair? Or just we see other and putLanjutkan membaca “I See in You”
The first time we met, I though I saw a fairy standing in front of me. Came from a sacred forest which I never heard of nor ever imagined of. You walked gently to me, as if your steps never touched the ground, as if you were hovering gently toward me. As if you ownedLanjutkan membaca “Those Colourless Wings”
There are many precious things from time to time in our lives, scattered along the path we walk on. Randomly came, and sometimes gone forever. Even when we face it, sometime we just not really look at it.
Even when my awareness walk in present time, sometime there definitely a question comes by, whether I’ve taken the right path, the exact turn, or whether I still hold my shadow far behind within the lost past. There is time when I stand, and look around, only to see nothing but a glimpse of nothingness.