flowers grew on my paper.

while i was waiting for the right answers for some physics problems to come out, flowers grew on my paper and i couldn't see my solutions anymore. the right answers never showed up.

doodle no. 5

doodle no. 4

doodle no. 3

doodle no.2

home.

doodle no.1

Lord, that i may decrease as You increase.

for even fairies dream

magic wand-wishy swoosh
magic dust-pitter patter
she blew her last dust with a kiss of good night

she enters her dream
where she hears nothing else
but the beating of her heart
where she seeks no one else
but the giver of the rose she holds

for even fairies dream
but of a world where there's no magic dust
no magic wand to tweak the ending
just the heart to lead the way
and the meeting of the searching souls

another still night

when everything is calm and still
while the moon is kept from a distance
the leaves fall down
flutter*flutter
from the coldness of the breeze
to the warmth of the ground
---
the unleaving of a tree.

still night

It was too bright that the stars couldn't shine through the night,
but the sand was all glittered as if the stars went down to rest.
holding the sand, it was as if you held the whole universe in your hand
but they were merely reflection of the beauty of reality beyond our imagination.