The World seemes more beautiful.
The sky azure blue,
Cirrus, Stratus, Cumulonimbus.
Because I could gaze directly at the clouds
the glare subdued behind my shades,
Or
was it because Im hidden, from the world?
Prairie.
Im imagining a prairie of grass,
yellow, scorched, standing tall.
Swaying in the sun's blaze.
Someone else far far away
Is staring at this same sky as I am.
Perhaps, when you learn the truth of an acquaintance
You lose your innocence.
You speak with caution and sensitivity.
and you look upon her differently.
because It suddenly dawns on you that
You know her dark secret,
her deepest truth.
Scary.
It renders us self-conscious and then,
drift away... ...
怎麼這世界 已經沒有人相愛
每個人都愛別人, 不愛自己
"Love" - Hebe
Where is the Love?
School has rendered me stonehearted.
I no longer write, recount or intentionally identify ppl's kindness.
I do not stop to watch the world.
You are you, I am I.
I dont look at people anymore.
I need to engage in community service to stay humane.
Every morning on the trip to school, the bus passes by a large canal. It meanders slightly, flanked by wild forestry along both banks. The sun would be gazing on the canal, the water sparkles like glinting eyes.
Its surreal, like neverland.
When I grab hold of a camera, I would picture it down.
Until then, you still wouldnt trust me;
you will not believe that its a scene from a roadside.
Airplanes in the sky
Their smoke left behind?
haha.
They are actually contrails.
A long trail of cloud that has condensed on the airplane's warmer engines.
Do you blame your naiivity, thinking it was the plane spewing out a trail of smoke
and hoping that one fine day the trail would
draw into a heart shape?
This feeling, its a step slowing down. Stop. Hold your breath. Take in one full gulp of the world. Something I havent done in a loooooooooooooong time. It aint easy to do this anymore. Not every moment is suitable for this tranquility of my soul to detach and roam.
I spotted a cumulonimbus cloud..
A tall vertical column of cloud.
I love this feeling.
Take a step back and watch.
Maybe, it is indeed easier to do so
believing the shades hide you
from strangers.
You know glasses of shades are merely transparent coloured lenses,
they still see through to your eyes.
But, its fine.
I feel happy in my pseudo believe. =)
ay.starsplash//
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