un-thot-ed.
thanks guys for tagging.
i know my facial condition is in dire need for treatment. but my mom may have just said that based on impulse. yes. i may not go for it.
there are many thing i'd like to say.
many many things.
but at this moment
i'm kinda pooped.
not tired
awake
but brain drained
and in denys' words, zombified.
hughes wld have drawn a parrallel to this.
how humans live lives more like a scarecrow
than a spiritual being -
one with a soul
and a metaphyscial rnage of intangibilities
that runs us
that makes us who we are
thats one of my themed thots these days
there are othres
many others.
some i speak of to friends
others i kep to myself
and let it remain as the non-worded entity in the midst of my other thots.
i know that kinda defeats one of the reasons i blog
(to capture the essence of my thots and to keep it as an archive for reference to old memories)
but i'm lazy
and pooped.
and my reason for being so
is another thingi'm currently concerned with
but too lazy
too pooped to discuss here.
they say a picture speaks of a thousand words. so here're a few random, yet revelant (my word) ones.
oh nvrm.
the rage
tha army
the clashingness
teh splashingness
the white horses conjured
accumulating as it goes abt.
waves.
dont go forward.
they go up and down.
and you can almost feel it
like a mighty force of wind
causeing ripples in the supernatural
and you in its path
cannot resist the all-consuming gale
charging its own way.
and than
came the paradox of a contrast.
a stronghold
glass and gold
a city of light
the empire.
a refuge built by man
taken from natural resources
for fortification against natural forces
the dark forces of the unknown.
the blind would know better
sudden stillness
no more agitation
calmness
no more frustration
ease at heart
peace in the storm.
still its
calm
you hear things you've nvr heard before.
something from the inner?
or is it external forces?
still
calm
i want to see the sea again.
deep sighs.
i know my facial condition is in dire need for treatment. but my mom may have just said that based on impulse. yes. i may not go for it.
there are many thing i'd like to say.
many many things.
but at this moment
i'm kinda pooped.
not tired
awake
but brain drained
and in denys' words, zombified.
hughes wld have drawn a parrallel to this.
how humans live lives more like a scarecrow
than a spiritual being -
one with a soul
and a metaphyscial rnage of intangibilities
that runs us
that makes us who we are
thats one of my themed thots these days
there are othres
many others.
some i speak of to friends
others i kep to myself
and let it remain as the non-worded entity in the midst of my other thots.
i know that kinda defeats one of the reasons i blog
(to capture the essence of my thots and to keep it as an archive for reference to old memories)
but i'm lazy
and pooped.
and my reason for being so
is another thingi'm currently concerned with
but too lazy
too pooped to discuss here.
they say a picture speaks of a thousand words. so here're a few random, yet revelant (my word) ones.
oh nvrm.
-
the rage
tha army
the clashingness
teh splashingness
the white horses conjured
accumulating as it goes abt.
waves.
dont go forward.
they go up and down.
and you can almost feel it
like a mighty force of wind
causeing ripples in the supernatural
and you in its path
cannot resist the all-consuming gale
charging its own way.
and than
came the paradox of a contrast.
a stronghold
glass and gold
a city of light
the empire.
a refuge built by man
taken from natural resources
for fortification against natural forces
the dark forces of the unknown.
the blind would know better
sudden stillness
no more agitation
calmness
no more frustration
ease at heart
peace in the storm.
still its
calm
you hear things you've nvr heard before.
something from the inner?
or is it external forces?
still
calm
i want to see the sea again.
deep sighs.