"i'll like a drop of rainwater refracting light...
and a dash of illumination across the endless dark too."

Sunday, January 6, 2019





Tuesday, December 25, 2018


the four-month hypothesis: an update.

little furred beast went off and play on its own.
a cute tuft of fur to say the least.
nonetheless, four months were all it needed -
for it to give up bugging me.


now i know.

Thursday, December 13, 2018

a picture paints a thousand words

painting a big picture is a daunting task.

from varying stroke styles to balancing the color tones - blending and harmonizing each layer on this seemingly never-ending canvas require masterly finesse - no less.

looking forward to the day where more fine artists join the ranks - so i may return to sketching my simpler, smaller art pieces... those closer to my heart... those where i can doodle without a care.

treading between both worlds in itself is already quite a challenge, what more to act as a portal and bridge?

times where i wish i never knew how much i missed out while i am painting... just so i feel a little better.

Tuesday, November 27, 2018


"erised stra ehru oyt ube cafru oyt on wohsi"

times where i wonder,
what exactly would i see?

would i be surprised?

if i were, does it mean that i do not know my own heart?

its perhaps not too difficult to know what we like,
but 'love' and 'desire' are strong, dangerous words.

Sunday, November 11, 2018

the kingdom of night and glass

the castle sat atop the mountains, surrounded by perpetual darkness, engulfed by an air of magic and mystery.

she could feel her own heartbeat quicken.

should she?

Thursday, November 8, 2018

atomic number 82

 a heavy metal denser than most common materials, yet also soft and malleable.

much like the same word in verb form.

Wednesday, November 7, 2018


a relatively mad 48 hours of sorts.

first instance of anger, perhaps more disappointment? 
tough to be you... i guess.

how many masks do you need to adorn?

just the tip of an iceberg from my end,
and oftentimes i've caught myself looking ashore.

an idealist like yourself - what keeps you going?
i mean, besides coffee, of course.