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21:04 | untitled, undated
this doesn't have to make any sense;
no, not at all.
when i look at the stars above, or at the
water flowing from somewhere,
or at the rain falling from the skies
i see nothing,
i hear nothing,
but thunderous claps, and hailing voices of
men, women and children--people fighting for
what we have
and for what we could have next.
__________
i chanced upon this short poem in my old notebook on natsci1/econ151 while looking for a notepad where i can place my research ideas. back in college, i barely use notebooks for actual class note-taking, but for sketching and writing my then existential angst. ayun.
09:53 | practice sessions
tomorrow
when everything else fails, let silence calm turbulent waters. let warm, wet kisses thaw arctic hearts. let ocean eyes overwhelm petty fights.let soft spoken prayers lull us to sleep, to awake to a sunnier morrow, to skies bluer than usual. let the idea of tomorrow, an idea so unstable, so unsure, so fickle, tide us today.
moonlight over paris
moonlight fading i came to marry beauty at beauty's door. moonlight dancing i dance with the heaven's angel once more. moonlight crying i laughed to grieve but grieved to laugh a happy ending gone so wrong. moonlight laughing i faded into a danced cry of moonlights and rain showers no more.
