The air balloon

softly sailing across the silver dust of city lights...
like a mother pearl, twinkling against nothingness...
the invicible cloak touches every single thing that passes its way... a tingling feeling...
an invicible current that defines the distance...
of the upside down sea...
the wonders of it... there are no drifting logs nor frilly seagrass...
it glides across the window panels...
motioning towards the edge of the semi - circle horizon...

tomorrow.... but a cycle...
a lone chain pulling it up again...
to guide the silver shine upon earthly skies...

人类

人难做，人生漫长，还是会坚持下去。。。
现在，人生美满了，野心大，连动物的性格都要模仿。。。太不像样了。。。 人有知慧，一班人虽然还脱不开繁殖必要的步骤，但分辨是黑是白，是对是错的能力总比动物发达得多。。。性是没什么大不了的事。。。人却把它当兴趣。。。私底下亲密就好了，还要宣传邪道，下一代思想一定有所改变，那人就慢慢退化成没脑子的动物，四肢发达，满脑是粪般的思想。。。真是受不了。。。做人已经很不简单了，是不是做人做得太累，连动物都不如的举动都要来玩一把。。。那干脆去动物园算了。。。让其他人观赏所谓的‘杰作’。。。

Sceptical...

Many things got me sceptical all of a sudden..Should just stop reading those sources... Though life is not an alien item in my sceptic list...
Thinking Thinking thinking...
thinking of all the worldly worries and wearies are just so timely...

geez, like petals rotting on the ground... who would capture that rather than fresh dainty ones in trees like silk ribbons on wood...
i prefer the marshes rather than the sirens in town...
the solitude reflection of what comes and goes...
when noises are too loud... they scream like mental trumpets implanted in the brain... for simplicity...

where thoughts can be simply basic... more is challenged...
to get to the solitude calmness...
as there is no play without work,
and no time when all is insufficient...
and yet the ironies in life is the changing which makes people want more of its changes that goes on and on and on...

Nahh, people don't Learn...

Nahh, people always talk about getting in others' shoes...
forget about it...
It'll never happen...

first, it's not the right size... second, it is not their type...
So even when they do try on other people's shoes for real are just, well harsh to say... wearers of the same fitness... or empathy for a fashion walk... nothing real, really...
You know, like crows who flock together in the gutter, and seagulls in the Gulf...
As much as one talks... they do get the benefits of being picked up fast... the enlightening talk today was about people being humans who are divided into two types, the ones who are good at making themselves look good while the others who are really and genuinely good at what they do, are interestingly shadows behind those make-believe glams who blow their own trumpets... *hoot, hoot!!!*

as what we say the classic violin and fiddle theory... a penny to the street performer, a cheque for the violinist...

Well, not that I want to say... but boy, it must have chipped some pride out of agressively outspoken people... Or were they too dumb to realise it... silent laughters...

Just...

Just because of solemn prestige,
despair was deemed impossible,
just because of tears,
depression is assumed....

Just because of the awesomeness,
people forget reality,
thus high and mighty...

Just because of glam,
soil ceased to be a gem...

Just because of 'routine, as a matter a fact'
people do not assume the opposites...
As these are brutally unacceptable...