The Sky Goes Purple
As the sky goes purple and the sun is setting down, are the dreams of mine sinking into bitter wine. As the light goes purple so is my soul…
A Requiem For the West
When the sun sets and the night descends, it always comes from west. He sings and whispers words of summer, corn fields and freedom. He comes to melt away the day and usher in pure darkness, where we could hide, wait and die.
The Beginning of Spring Green
Spring has come! The season that marks the rebirth of everything – plants, trees, animals, dreams. However, I am sitting on a stump in the forest near my favorite bubbling brook, but my eyes don’t see the river bank nor my ears hear the twitter of the birds. My mind is my all senses, I am far away… away on a beach with a wistful smile.
It Was Just a Dream
Dreams could be a gate to another world: beautiful and sad, magical but simple, lovely yet scary. And as much as we realise dreams are just dreams and nothing more, we keep wanting to meet them in this world full of promises and beautiful illusions.
Seasons
Seasons come and go, winters follow summers, and the sun dies to be reborn again. The cycle of nature is inevitable and unyielding to human conduct, and perhaps this is the reason why we find it so appealing. But oftentimes we’d like to see it broken down to pieces, so that memory could no longer tear us apart.
Thousand Mirrors, One Face
A thousand mirrors will never show beauty if there is none. The future will not promise when there is no hope at all. The day will not get brighter and warmer when there are clouds. Keep searching, soul. Keep looking for Love.
Don’t Promise
In summer, promises come easily to one’s heart, and the nights seem so long and young. They smell of love and innocence. But when the winds start blowing and howling and the night shows its teeth, promises can break as easily as glass. And amidst the shards, we see the snow washing away with its white everything that reminded us of summer.
Storms of Injustice
The wind is howling, yet we can hear a call coming from those who are weak. We can do something, we can change. Haven’t we done it before? Even if one of us, only one, carries the Hope within, there is still a chance that we can put an end and calm these mighty storms of injustice.
Looking For a Promise
Our lives are driven by promises: big and small, full of hope or forlorn determination. We tend to be so obsessed with them that sometimes we could even ruin our lives. But what this world would look like if we weren’t holding on to what had been promised to us? To what we promise?
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