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

Tuesday, August 26, 2008

in trying to become who you want to be, you would have become someone you are not along the way.

Wednesday, August 20, 2008

gradually, she arises, from her thoughts and takes a step back from the springs. she had already set her mind on continuing the journey, had she not? she began turning away. yet, why does her soul still hesitate?

a fragment of time lingers; suffices eternity, dries a hollow well. she places one foot ahead of the other, deeply aware that just this single step is enough to separate her and this enchanted place. she takes a firm breath and closes her eyes...

right before the final drop of dew from the leaf of eternity trickles down, falling into the springs, a ripple had surfaced admist the calm waters.

Monday, August 18, 2008

the water fairy sat by the side of the springs and stared into the deep, calm waters. all she saw was her own reflection and nothingness. she allowed herself to be immersed in her own world, a world away from others. this quiet moment she needed and this stillness of time where she found herself again. she wondered when will her stealth allow another moment to be stolen from time once more. but that, will be left for tomorrow. right now, this moment, she deserved it. so this moment, will she savour and this, was all that mattered.

with great determination, she shut out the thousand and one things lingering from every possible corners in her tired mind.

she whispered a spell to herself, quietly and slowly. strength was to be drawn. relentless effort had indeed brought her some wonderful and joyous harvests thus far. fruits of such wonder in her heart had long warrant her a great pat on her shoulder, at least from herself. and, she had considered rather seriously to continue pulling the thread tracing to such peak once again. but yet there were other fairies around to look after the fruits to come and she was confident the harvest would be even more aplenty. hence, it is indeed time she leave the place for another, perhaps?
one could never know what is in the hands of dear fate. she thought silently to herself. but in her heart she thought, for a brief fleeting second, that she had heard an answer.

Friday, August 15, 2008

caught a glimpse of what growing old together means recently :)

had always found bliss in old couples holding hands, strolling down streets together.
had always felt some heartstrings being pulled when listening to collin raye's "love me".

had always wonder what would my story be like and if i would have my parents' courage if i were them. it might have been in some gene, but as to its dominance or recessiveness, that's probably another question.

Tuesday, August 5, 2008

changing the decision that was never made.
forgoing the conclusion that was never born.

more than once, a fish wonders deeply about life and she wants of it.
more than once, more than one answer she heard.
is this part of life then?

some deemed leaving behind the glory days and being remembered by generations to come the sufficing of life? fools, others say. to but never know what is made of them except the possibility of becoming a fragment of another's memory.

some dream big. some live big. then?

the grandest of all palaces shall have a day when it fails to be so. the ravishing beauty of a flower - only a plaything of time. the eternal river of hoping will one day be derided of hopes as of the countless that have come to pass.

as nothing has ever been truly important, so will nothing ever be.

time gave meaning and value to anything and everything; because of a fixed frame of existence, they are treasured. but because of this same frame, they were fleeting.

people create the symbolism they envision and trap themselves. what of this?

Sunday, August 3, 2008

a picture speaks a thousand words, yet, at the same time left so many unsaid.

who is to say the "if"s for the past and the future? who is to say anything for the now?

passion is but one's heart's desires expressed outwardly.

creativity amazes... some inspired by the heat of the moment, others wave those just as their hearts render.

legends are but stories infused with extravagance.

some live in the past
some live at the moment
some live for the future

no matter. we all do.