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

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.

Friday, November 2, 2018

a little.

there goes my heart beating,
cos you are the reason.

swim every ocean just to be with you,
fix what's broken, make sure the light defeated the dark.

just a little closer now, come a little closer now
glance, once more.

the furry beast just grew a tiny bit.


day 66.
56 days to go.

Thursday, October 25, 2018

a slight beam?


seemed like you really beamed today.
hope this snapshot will stay with you for a while, and remain warm for some time.

another two months or so should do the trick i guess,
am already feeling it slipping away.

the beast, finally tamed a little -
a rather adorable creature still, nonetheless.

think i may also finally have an inkling of my soft spot.
its "the" sense of being misunderstood by the world.

when perhaps, deep down, one is not
every bit as evil or mean as perceived.

perhaps, beneath that strong front,
one does possess a gentle side that can do with some tender care.

no matter,
just another two months.

blink of an eye,
i'm sure.

Friday, September 28, 2018


we're not in love
we share no stories
just something in your eyes

the shadows know me
fall into the dark side

we don't need the light

i see it, let's feel it
while we're still young and fearless

beneath the sky
as black as diamonds
we're running out of time

don't wait for truth
to come and blind us
let's just believe their lies

no secrets worth keeping
so fool me like I'm dreaming

a simple name, miles away.
brief, gentle flutters.

a month, in a moment.

Monday, September 10, 2018

hypothesis: day 13

a small project
a four-month hypothesis

none, or none.
december twenty eighth.

today the beast grew a little, just a little.

a rather adorable creature still,
(at the moment).

grey eyes.
this little creature has clear, grey eyes.

it would appear this little creature
is brimming a little too.


who wouldn't love a little escape -
especially a sanctioned one.

next hypothesis forecast: probably two months later.