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Thanks for the support,

that I need not,

as times retort.

The farewells said,

and tears that shed,

in places that fade,

as all are dead.

Whenever fingers dance on the keyboard

Fingers tiptoe like ballerinas when things are down... Ever so gracefully... to the ballads of sorrow or mutters of delight...
Fingers fly like the rapper rapping his fingers to the adrenal rush of beats... a flow of mindless ecstasy and careless steps... the gibberish string of endless words strung together like express train on a railway track racing to an endless end... leaving twisted tongue and sorry finger tips...

the strongest of all feelings come pouring down like dotty rains on laptop screens...
imprint in black and white... the careless rumbles and mindless grumbles... that goes on for every line... a perfect and calm alignment..  an odd contrast against the chaotic turmoil of surging sobs or gleeful giggles...

as fingers paint better the smiles and tears of a perfectly human person...
 

This is the point where...

So if ever there is a beau (IF larhh...), this pretty much sums  up what I feel:

You say that you love rain,
but you open your umbrella when it rains...
You say that you love the sun,
but you find a shadow spot when the sun shines...
You say that you love the wind,
But you close your windows when wind blows...
This is why I am afraid;
when you say that you love me too...




So, better to travel and 'eye-open' my eyes... no worries... 


Sincerely, care-freely.

Yupe, I write again.

Things clear up pretty much therefore I write again...

I yearn for cool blue sea,

engulfing me in its ripples of current...

no froth and foam,

just the deep to sink me under..

I yearn for glimpses of tiny bubbles rise as I fall,

carrying the words I would never say,

a whisper of air free to break surface..

I yearn for the nose of  a dolphin,

nuzzling me, tapping on my awareness of the light-lit sea...

the clicking sound a music to me...

in the deep lost sea...

and I see my legs arms, hair, body...

gliding ever slowly down the smooth water,

more like a fairy mermaid being carried back to bed below the breathes of deep sea eels..

minus the pressure that I would feel,

as I descend the thing that feels empty and transparent...

as clear as air, but yet touches so gently....

I yearn the smell of sunlight mixed sea water...

the warm touches that give ever lasting hope...

to flesh as fragile as fish and bones...

preserve in mid depth where no scavangers could reach...

nor cold slicing ship bodies~  

and I will with all  my might, try the impossible buoyancy,

of living in between...

the worlds of cold and warm...

and be a lukewarm being...

The Triggers

I like reading pieces written by the others when I feel burnout. They always trigger my motivation and drive to get up and get started on my track again. Life goes in circles, and when I get tired of the increasingly normal circles, I wanted an option to enter another circle. at least I am learning to view life from a different circular perspective. The writings are inspiring, the love of words is always embedded within the soul. That is how I cope with life's misery. The place where I could mold my feelings, rub salt on it, put a smile to brighten the piece  or just simply a simple piece of dainty writing.    

The Inside Out

What is out there? laughter, struggles, crying happily with smiles on, bearing each and every day.
What is inside? barely make out, deep depression, troubled mind, thinking, remembering old times although they are all shitty~

Where am I at this point? typing words, typing emotions that I couldn't vocalize, like the whole orchestra of musicians, matching beats to rhythms~ bellowing their hearts out through vibrations after vibrations of air which we called music...

It has been two years or more~ I mended, I stitched, no blood, no stains, no pus, no pains...
Yet, I watched you as your next turns second in line of many more you will hurt. The cyclical process~ prey after prey~ mine was the mildest, as we were just a little innocent back then. You were, at least just a cub learning how to kill, though toying the first prey, barely left her alive limping away... It was a wretch, with scars and post-toying side effects. I know deep down I am not blaming, I am just reflecting on the scars and how they become as such... I am healed with visible scars...
The will becomes low, the spirit couldn't soar as swiftly as it could before. I missed the swiftness and agility... I missed everything that you have shattered. That was my peak... I was at my peak... but now I am learning to build another...and I hope I learn never to let another predator shatter it so easily. The effects are still here, while I watch your smile which still remains after you had done the destruction twice on different preys. I shiver as I still believe in the good that tickles somewhere in you. I shiver as I have seen the ruthlessness which is increasingly amplified. The tainted becomes contagious.I hope I would not see your downfall one day, as you are increasingly becoming a flicker as time passes. I say this with pure statements.  I hope not to see you fall. But, I could sense that in you, the predator, you are broken beyond mend-able measures, with porcelain caked with thick powders and a painted smile. to lure, to sate your momentary purpose. You are part of my perfect. And I could never be perfect again as a little part of me will always be there with you.

And will I mourn? nope... I am just having sudden seizures now and then... I knew I loved you and my heart was always true. That was what matters right? I hope I will be able to love again someone who won't treat me as a prey like how you did to me. My heart is tired, but it is ready.