with a thousand many

sitting by the seashore
along with a thousand many
we were all waiting
for that something
that seemed so uncertain.

everyone was at peace
although no one showed a smile
people talked
people whispered
it wasn't quiet
it wasn't noisy either.
we came there to wait
to see a good sign of admittance
as we try to hide our grievance
from the loss we just had.


the waiting seemed surreal
because time does not seem to exist
there were no minutes passing by
no ticking by the second
there was just the now
the now of waiting ---
waiting for the now.
if now is now
and now will forever be now
will there ever be a next?
no one was really certain.

as to why the time has left us?
no one could answer the question.
everybody seemed lost without the time
life was so chaotic
without a single second of time frame
not a second existed
everything in a big referential frame.
no relativity, just absolutism.

waiting.
living.
believing.

as i try to let acceptance sink in.

exhibit no. 19: true colors

paradox

You are the greatest paradox
because you ask that i may lose my life
in order to gain Life.
You ask that i forget myself in loving other people
so that I may find myself better.
You ask that i forget my own happiness
so that i may gain true Happiness.
You teach me to love
not that i may love them with my whole being,
but to love them as if it's You who's loving them.

while everything is seemingly complex
You ask me to see things with simplicity
That this life,
You ask me to keep it simple,
but to keep it simple,
i'd have to accept
all complications of life with Love.

You accept my nothingness
so as to give complete meaning to my life.
So much so that my wholeness is empty
without You.

comic strip no.8

Calvin and Hobbes
By Bill Watterson

the beautiful tomorrow

if it'll ever be the same, i'd rather not have it. let's just keep it at that.

when i see you, your stare pierces through my misty eyes. and you smile and glance away as if you've caught something you don't wish to share. and i understand perfectly how much of everything you're trying to hide, and how much nothingness there is to show. with your perfect eyes and perfect smile this heart has found a place, where nothing will ever be the same, not in quite the same way.

the beautiful tomorrow glances back to today, the beautiful yesterday looks forward to coming back, but moves on... and moves on. to what today promises and to what tomorrow hides from today.

counting sheep

1 2 3 4 5 6 7 8 9 10 11 12 13 14 15 16 17 18 19 20 21 22 23

Zzzzz...

"baa" "baa" "baa"

*wakes up*

101 102 103 104 105 120 156 192 190 zero

why do twinkle stars?

Zzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzzz

g'night panda bears.

exhibit no. 18: red beetle