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in chaos
the time freezes
Oh Darkness, you ask?
I like being in the dark
Because as my senses sharpen,
I tune to my own presence.
It is then that I finally get the chance
To relish the brisk chill of the frozen time.
Oh Darkness, you ask?
In the darkness,
My past and future entwine into the present,
So vivid is the picture.
A picture so vivid,
I am once again blinded in the quiet void.
- W & E
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slowly
flowly
At last, the man with flowers
No longer needs to wait for hours
For
Anymore
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somewhere
out there
...
At times like this, I really do hope that there's something after it.
Why?
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the power
to be
A cookie cutter for sale...
I was studying for Fuzzy Logic, when, suddenly, it occured to me. And few hours later, I came up with this (see the image on the left). It's like an art student would say (according to B); what's important is what lies underneath from the surface; the power to appreciate what is hidden from the normal eyes, without the special sense that they have yet to develop; the ability to abstain from what is a pure happiness, naivity.
Sophisticated, yet simple. So I give you the power to choose. Will you be an artist or will you simply be? If both lend the same result, you are my V.
Happy Valentine's Day.
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warm
too warm
Just as the New Moon is ready to emerge, the winter has gone to the other side. For someone who likes winter so much, this can only be a bad news. Especially this winter, I had secretly hoped it to be the most ruthless one. Though it was close, much to my disappointment it never fulfilled my wish in the end.
But I am in a way relieved that another year has come to snatch the incompetent one. And I know that another one will come eventually and once again challenge me. But it's over now. It's like the story of a tadpole. The tadpole will eventually turn into a frog and see the world. But who cares? No one really likes frogs anwyay.
It's only a beginning.
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solace
of one's...
This is one of my personal favorites... that I made a long while ago... when I had one thing in mind... which I thought would last forever... but I was wrong... wrong about everything... but I have no regrets now... for I am... in the solace... of my own... memories.
Now that the pressing matters have been taken care of, I can slowly catch breath. I can't believe it's February already!
... is what drives me.
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