Arden Pur

A decade on...

I pray that you will continue to uphold the ideals that you once held as truth, even though they may quiver in the market of opinions or alter them to suit your reality.

I pray that you will not resemble or turn into the self-serving bastards of humanity that you once despised, even though it seems fashionable and pragmatic in the face of human ugliness.

I pray that happiness, contentment, and simplicity is never too far from your life, even though everyone will be trying to outdo you in sophistication and excesses.

This much you shall remember.

The rest you must yet create.

Arbitrage

Like patients returning from the edge of death after what seemed like a certain fatal prognosis, we are now in a chronic state of hoarding. Hoarding of whatever pills and syrups known to our disposal, so as to place as large a gap as possible from the singular demise.

We are certainly not proud of this course. Weak empires in history have walled themselves in and toppled within. With resources scarce and credibility wanting, self reliance is the only course of self preservation. And we shall intensify our arbitrage to maintain this gap until as such a time that the light returns.

Trite Leap

Fortune shields and hides

our Dreams of silver bright

Hear the tide

but lose the sight

Be dear in eaten light

Call Bluff

We have crossed the event horizon and the timer tells us to look forward.

Time to get purposeful.

Understanding Money

A clear discourse on the bubbles that are brewing right now. Great insight considering this was written back in 2000.

Lucidity

For some reason unexplained, it gets foggier as we approach the source.

Alacrity and Hypocrites

Good news for a friend, proof that good things do happen.

Charades

I had the chance to partake in a little sort of thought experiment. Gathering a group of complete strangers whom had barely interacted with each other for 2 hours. The game proceeded in getting the participants to rate one another over who could be a possible delinquent, who was trustworthy, who was a heartbreak etc. Information you wouldn't gleam in 2 hours. The sort of assumptions that were made can be pretty mortifying or a confirmation of how good you managed to hoodwink the rest.

To worsen the matter, as a sake of convenience, confidential rating was forsaken and the table of participants could see who was rating who at what. Cries of protest at the voter came up every now and then at the results which the subject felt improbable.

This is a very good test at for discovering the kind of impression that you give to people and the level of trust which they are willing to invest in you.

Spinning Stars

My head is spinning really bad after an evening joy ride on a yacht around Singapore.

The Other Side

For those who are dying, time can never pass quick enough. But yet it eventually does.

After deducting offs and leaves, I'm left with about 5 days of national chore. However the realization of impending release hasn't exactly set in yet. Although I'm all too mindful that freedom is essentially overrated if you are idle. That is exactly what I intend to dispel with a whole slew of projects in the works: one more short film, driving lessons, university applications, photography assignments, "internship" white paper. Enough to keep those organic transistors humming for a month.

As with any experiential process, this kind of pros and cons reflection seems inevitable near the end of the journey, for the sake of a lesson learnt (if you don't document it, the lesson is lost).

I had spent the most parts of the 1st year dealing with acceptance and humbling oneself. Testing the limits of the mind's capacity for desperation countered with control. Basically, lots of things were just out of my control, and not having the time or freedom to attend to that was downright frustrating, albeit you learnt to accept that as a way of life.

The way I see it, acceptance is not about a path closed, one that you can never walk down again. It is about learning to recognize what such a path to disaster looks like, followed by how best to avoid or approach it in the future. With caution and newly gained expertise of course. But don't always get caught up thinking that you know best, situations always have a way of taking you by surprise. Think Murphy's.

In a way, I have been very lucky with my paths in the national chore division, ending up in this big annual show thing. Mind you, not as a participant, but as the organizer, interacting with many groups of people in the real world outside of the antiquated cocoon house. What this meant was that my second year was spent observing and acquiring some rather real work experience and skills. Namely, how to achieve maximum rewards with minimum efforts. But we actually learnt that back in school, albeit a simpler version without any political dogfights or stunts to pull. Not to mention the people, very interesting. Case in point, be very good at deflecting the majority of useless work while bagging the few high rewards assignments.

I also come off with a greater sense of introspection. Having this much time to think about your goals, you realize there's a great deal of volatility to them caused by time and external opinions. Lastly, I realize that I'm an amalgamation of many individuals, catching a bit of experience, foresight and intuition every here and there. I'm not so original as I think. Perhaps whatever semblance of originality there is resulted from innovation as a necessity. But how often is that?

At the end of the day, the big question stands, was the time worth it? I find it hard to put a resolute no or yes, this is definitely grey area, gain some, lose some. But one thing is for sure, its nothing that which a gap year might also achieve the same outcome. So there we have it. Boomz.

Amagladis

Blank.

Lots of thoughts running through my mind in the day, a residue of unfinished work.

All in hiding once more.

Ice

Jazz has taken an increasing relevance in my playlists for soothing the soul.

Fiat Interest

A house of cards based on the idea of paying it forward. In this climate of uncertainties, debt accumulation is associated with constructive opportunity costs, whereby you reap returns more than your initial investment. Just as debts are a human concept, so too are lies. Lie long and wide enough, that fake story might just become real. On this premise, we have fiat currency which has no actual precious resources to back it against, but is valuable because the authority say so, that a whole world economy exists as a result. If lying can be so productive, we can see why everyone would choose to have a highly fabricated and laden expectation of life, that they are deserving of better or even the best. However natural resources dictate a finite spread and endowment of said pleasures. The greater the number of people believing in this fallacy, the lesser the quality of life for all beings as a whole. There is only so much that truth can support a house of cards based on lies. It is hence no wonder that the world chooses to ignore the deaths of the third world, when natural elimination works its magic to ensure our high quality of living.

Night of the Long Knives

Nacht der langen Messer

It burns.

Litzei

We know who you are and what you are no longer. That subtle monster waiting for the breakout. The rules of old no longer apply, goodwill invalidated. That much more you will exploit the monster and careful what you shall return.

Hear Better

I like the thunder in the night, its more comforting than the silence, you are reassuredly alive.

Mellow Amble

Night is dark and cool, so I write.

The war that had occupied me for the past one year has officially ended. Supposedly we were all winners, just that some won more than others; a ticket of departure to new beginnings.

I don't think I became any better as a character. However, life as an unpredictable wave of patterns is panning out its language for me. Call it the self-fulfilling prophecies. Yes. Its better to leave, than to be left, so I came across a week earlier and saw it happen before my eyes. As we all savor the plundered bounties, equations of intersection divert once more. Cheers be to you mate.

A Good Not

A joke we no longer sing.

The Patient

We're are the real countries
Not the boundaries drawn on maps
or the names of powerful men

An Earth without maps

Nascent Faith

Tea brew fast
Drink to Life's elixir
Happiness, you wonder where it went
All can be found in a little cup
of undiscriminating brew
Whereas people
they are over-rated

Mission Myriad Marred

Middle ground is hard to find.
The anarchists have taken the tower
The reserves are insolvent
They flee, they do not see
The last bells have gone home
As I sat on the train pondering
I saw young adolescents, old people
Withering behind the music, books, gossips,
Skin, light, air and existence itself
I find myself asking
What in the world
Are we breathing for
In a world
Perfect in form
Yet decaying in matter
Now this is very sad,
Thus has my vision been in vain.

Eckoing Wall

Tame is the flame
That the coerced cede reign
Change is the name
Scribbled lions and lambs

Wielding truth with no hands

The wall stands tussle
Yet Time fights the sane
Cries a hundred to its falling
Said ruckus thus came

Wretched peril chooses stand

Take a morsel of nines
Twenty to two too
Then we say
All moments are in.

The Question On Identity

Friends may always come and go, but two hundred pounds is two hundred pounds.

Guess I finally understand this line.

A Bridge Too Far

Sometimes we make early decisions that we believe are good for our future, thinking we will stand by it throughout. After some time, the climate and the considerations for which this was made changes. Goals missed, desires for different rewards. Now it only serves as a benchmark against which a different decision is made. The catalyst for this change was because I didn't get the scholarship, and basically I didn't feel the sacrifice of crossing the bridge into that territory was worth it without one. I'm glad I re-evaluated my options for the long haul by dropping a 2 year old decision. Even as there might be a possibilty of a re-re-evaluation sometime down, we must always believe its for the better. Win some lose some.

Summermore

I had watched Own Time Own Target this week with the merry band of bucaneers and last minute callup of Yuanruo. We had free tickets the last time for Snow White, but the guy runs a business so we bought tickets this time. Arriving there, Ivan was nice enough to upgrade us from the gallery to front row just directly a metre from the stage.

Granted, it was pretty creative use of a minimal set of props for a story about a bunch of guys in a tank. As well as the take on being gay in the army. The second story had Broadway style singing infused in it, which actually was what I found worthwhile. Other than that, can't say I truly appreciate the humor in it. It definitely looks good on paper script, vulgarities and everything. But judging from the way it was acted, I just had a hunch that the actors weren't comfortable vocalizing their lines, especially the vulgarities. Just seems forced and un-natural. It occurs to me that some of the troupe might possibly not have seen action in the army to realize what's a suitable context and response one can expect for using vulgarities naturally.

As a rare poke-in-the-face comedy on the army, I must say its definitely a gem in local entertainment. But on an absolute quality, was just bah for me due to the less than natural tone that it was done with.

Midsummers Night

Night is brief. Own time own target.

Rapid decisions are in motion.

Water is spilt.

Seeking so softly

A spontaneous whisp trebles as darkness breaks...

I have began liquidating most of the precious jewels I have amassed over the past year in favor of being formless and flexibility. A will to change destiny is all I hear in the air.

Point In Note

A mentor recently told me this. I write meaningfully, but not fluidly. I should write shorter sentences. Avoid too many commas. That will improve my writing.

Man On Wire

If we are all on the tightrope, who will be the audience?

Will you?

That much artistic madness and beauty.

Yes serenity.

Crash

The said film of this name is a brilliant work of social complexities. Moving at the speed of life, everyone just seems to collide with one another. And even good people, under the circumstances, make the wrong decisions. This film just sums up why most of the social problems we have can never be easily solved within a generation.

Another week has passed, every day a victory closer to that day of minimum. I no longer have any accompanying shots for my posts. Mainly because I have been generating shots day after day like a factory clockwork for work, without any personal space or dimensions for my own interpretations. My work is no longer personal. If it does, the next tragedy that I forsee will be the silencing of this voice of mine by a mountain pile of work.

Xaison

Even a mundane day has its set of stunning revelations if you look hard enough for any.

I have always bought the idea of instant gratification and execution, commonly this goes to mean that if you are craving anything, purchase it immediately. Its other application is, got a great idea? Don't wait to forget it, write it down, execute it. Time is short, life is short, anything goes. Of course this has to be tempered by rational judgement such as whether the item you want has any meaningful use, and whether rushing into an idea head-on will bring about success.

I never knew that I had the power of preventive medicine, which is product of my direct approach when I see problems. Sometime ago, I, as a third party, prevented what seemed like a logical continuation of inter-personal disputes, simply by voicing it out to the persons in contention. I was met with contrived stares for my frankness. But it achieved my intended effect of simmering tensions as both parties became deliberately aware not to let my prophesies come true. As I watched the season finale of Grey's, the vow that they made being "we will love each other even when we hate each other", it was just beautifully imperfect.

On a more random note, I learnt how to read my lens' depth of field scales today.

Difference A Day

You never know the biggest day of your life is the biggest day. Not until it's happening. You don't recognize the biggest day of your life, not until you're right in the middle of it. The day you realize there's not enough time, because you wanna live forever. Those are the biggest days. The perfect days. - Izzie, Greys Anatomy

Kerfuffle

People who have conversed with me in the past few days would have heard me yakking about watching the new Star Trek. That I did, went to watch with Nilnai. Visual effects were rather mind-blowing, you have got to love the photography direction and cinematography where credit's due, they even recreated lens flares and authentic looking bokehs for many of the digitally created shots. I especially love that wisp effect when Spock gets beamed onto the planet. But my qualm had to be that my puny brain just couldn't process the waterfall of visual effects in time to really appreciate it in depth. (Spock) Zackary Quinto's acting stood out for me, at the part where he flared up and physically confronted Kirk, he had that cold dark stare that looked like he could kill, too much Sylar ingrained in my head. Overall, its a good reboot for Star Trek as a franchise, in terms of the production style that is definitely more happening. But I wasn't left with that mind-blowing feeling I had from watching the trailer. Definitely there those tense wrenching pressure moments, but the feel good and inspiration for humanity part wasn't there. Bummer. 

Beautiful Release

I have always had an appreciation for non-vocal pieces with the lyrics absent. You conjure your own meaning for the song from whatever thoughts present in your mind at that point of time. That's just beautiful.

Hej Dohn

Mortality seems imminent with each passing day.

Its been nearly a year and a half since I last saw the Auroralis, or rather, last felt its presence. 

I'm doing fine, happier keeping my options open.

Headaches are now more manageable. Have re-discovered an old solution: drinking more green tea as opposed to Panadol poisoning. 

Surrender

We wouldn't know why we were fighting in the first place..

Everything Will Be OK

Don't panic! Everyone needs a bit of reassurance from time to time. 

This is a balloon within a balloon which I got as a birthday gift from a group of special friends. Thanks! Well this was the head part that dropped off, and it has been shrinking due to escaping air so I decided to shoot it before its totally flat. One of the first photos in which I saw the light after having bought a new flash the week before. Yes pun intended.

Dreams So Bold

Inspired by this.

I dreamed a dream in time gone by
When hope was high,
And life worth living
I dreamed that love would never die
I dreamed that God would be forgiving.

Then I was young and unafraid
When dreams were made and used,
And wasted
There was no ransom to be paid
No song unsung,
No wine untasted.

But the tigers come at night
With their voices soft as thunder
As they tear your hopes apart
As they turn your dreams to shame.

And still I dream he'll come to me
And we will live our lives together
But there are dreams that cannot be
And there are storms
We cannot weather...

I had a dream my life would be
So different from this hell I'm living
So different now from what it seems
Now life has killed
The dream I dreamed.

“But I, being poor, have only my dreams. I have spread my dreams under your feet; tread softly, because you tread on my dreams.” - Yeats

Illidan Rinma

I never thought one could possibly juggle so many projects at a time.  I'm handling like 10 different accounts at any time throughout the day and my head hurts an awful lot. Partly because people like me don't ever shut down our thoughts completely, and even as I'm relaxing, my brain is still racking up a whole bunch of trial solutions in the background. Its not resting! And hence my week long migraine spells continues... Thinking be damned. 

Tranquility

We have reached Tranquility Base... The Eagle has landed.

I have been watching this particular series called "When We Left the Earth". I have always believed that being able to float unencumbered while looking unto the Earth and deep space, only to realize how minute you are, as one of the truly humbling experience there can ever be.

Well we are approaching May now. Many events have transpired in between then, many wonderful ones that I would love to write about, but with its equal share of unpleasanties. Unlike some people, I don't believe in writing a one-sided account with only the joyful aspects. There is nothing to learn or recount from this, and as a result history will tend to repeat itself.

Emirash

In a continuation on running water...

Echo finds the paths of late in ruins

Sacked by the very people that Echo sought not to judge

Yet a pack of plunderers feigning ignorance

No matter here

For Echo is nimble of mind

Yet mellowed, mellowed in wrath

Undeterred by the howls of water rushing from the deep

Echo, echo, drink to life, every last drop of it.

Ptichka Kamaya

Today I say goodbye to an old friend, Ptichka.. Who knew you would have been with me for almost 2 years, teaching me to take better pictures with simple tools. I know you will be a great teacher and serve your new owner well. Kamaya.

Cups

The cup is half empty, the cup is half full.

I had a wonderful day, one of the best since January. It takes so much and yet so little, for one to stay alive, and I just want to tell you to keep running the race till the finish. I'll be there as and when you need my half of the cup. Life continues.

A Day At The River

Running water, especially rapid torrential ones, I won't say that I have an affinity with them. But right now, everything I want to say, is captured in this picture moment.

Thank You.

How about getting off of these antibiotics
How about stopping eating when I'm filled up
How about them transparent dangling carrots
How about that ever elusive kudo

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

How about me not blaming you for everything
How about me enjoying the moment for once
How about how good it feels to finally forgive you
How about grieving it all one at a time

Thank you India
Thank you terror
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you frailty
Thank you consequence
Thank you thank you silence

The moment I let go of it was
The moment I got more than I could handle
The moment I jumped off of it was
The moment I touched down

How about no longer being masochistic
How about remembering your divinity
How about unabashedly bawling your eyes out
How about not equating death with stopping

Thank you India
Thank you providence
Thank you disillusionment
Thank you nothingness
Thank you clarity
Thank you thank you silence

yeah yeah
ahh ohhh
ahhh ho oh
ahhh ho ohhhhhh
yeaahhhh yeahh

April

April is the cruellest month,

I will show you fear in a handful of dust,

Shantih shantih shantih!!!!

Nirgendwo In Time

Departures
The living eat the living to live.
If you are gonna eat, it might as well taste good.
It's tasty, it is sadly.

Exile
Not everyone, but some.
They do come home eventually.

Wisdom
You are wise.
Show him the way.

Osanthes

I'm back to where I was last year; People wise, terrible. There are two things now stopping me from unravelling, a sense of purpose and a glimmer of hope at the end of the tunnel when the year ends. I know all too well where this leads to. Based on my calculations, sometime near September and October, extreme depression should be settling in once that purpose is finished. I hope stubborn-ness prevails in the latter, then we prove a point, show that we won't die, then we shall see some light.

Light!

Chanson

Lately I have rediscovered Joe Hisashi's compositions for Hazuo Mizoyaki's films like Princess Mononoke and Spirited Away. Lush, beautiful, child-like, dramatic, tumultuous, grandiose, all frozen in moment. How I wish that I could compose like that.

This is the last piece I have.

Lemons

The Sunday when you said we were done... I should have been more skeptical.

Lemonade for you?

Bearish

They say that I smile and laugh more these days, they say that I know everything. In their world perhaps, yet I do not know what is ordinary anymore. Do they know who they are referring to?

Regent, do you believe every second is equal? In life, it is not. But you already know that, because you are me. However I will be more than happy to not have to depend on you, to do the right thing, ever. You and I, we are subjected to an unbreakable union. And there's still a good seven months that you need to be in charge. For what you have to do, I'm such an ungrateful and unapolegtic person. You know what must be done, and there is no one else that I trust for that. Do what you will, with this precious seconds, by the powers invested in you, and keep us safe in a crazy world of ever-diminishing returns. 

Slips

I was ordering my dinner today when when the cashier had a slip of the tongue and quoted me "one ringgit" for an additional item before hastily correcting herself "one dollar".

Lafayet

A small victory. Just that small. So you speak no more about it.

To Speak Or Not To Speak

This is perhaps the most bizzarest day of realization I ever had in the last two years. Stranger things have happened in this month of quiet than the whole of last year put together.

Firstly, there's the incident unravelling as I speak, which I have a great urge to spout some truths to the persons concerned. But on advise from friends, to avoid risking humiliation and resume practical living, have been encouraged not to blurt anything at all.

Oddly, funnily, there's this other totally unrelated situation that has been at a standstill ever since I arrived. Now some of this same friends, are so eager for me to speak up about it to the relevant person, because no one else dares to. I tried but the situation is never right for me to get to the topic.

What shall I do exactly? All the oxymoronic people around. Huh.

What would you do if you were me?

And if you coincidentally think I'm mentioning about you, which situation do you think it is?

HAHAHA

I learnt about a big joke today.

05.33

The day after the guesswork. Did we all get it correct? I go into a diminished state of thought, but perhaps I'll see you around.

Just because it is, doesn't mean it should be.

Meanderings of Tea

I had the immensely strange fortune of visiting a tea house that I last went to when I was in Primary 2, which was slightly over a good decade ago. I only sparsely remember the place by the shophouse's staircase, and the surrounding buildings. Strangely enough on my way back, I was practising chattering away in my startling command of Japanese with someone who had just started learning, makes me wish I had completed it. 

Waters of Irrawaddy

The little wooden boat came to a halt amidst the fog and rain cloaked swamp. There he exhaled, peering into the echoing darkness of the Irrawaddy. Not too long before, these muddy waters were murkier still, with the crimson shrieks of blood shed by unsung souls of the massacre. Indeed, blood runs thicker than water. Silence flooded the air. Thrice, he cried, is anyone there. The response came in the form of a resounding thunder. Man-made, but you couldn't see the smoke trail that followed amidst the fog. Then, he fell, and felt the river waters embracing him. He gasped, ran a quick prayer, and spoke no more.

The Irrawaddy River is the largest river in Burmar.

Satre

Apparently this derelic haunt of a bloggard is still being tracked by the nifty Reader, which in turns serves me in tracking a whole lot more people. Well well, don't we all like to know what's missing from our lives while others are having the fun. I assumed most people wouldn't bother or will just give up, as my writing is terribly hard to understand. Having two persons telling me that over the last month just kind of confirms that.

If you care to know, today was the last day of my attachment after nearly a month. And I'm being ejected from the normality that I was enjoying back to the shall-not-be mentioned place. Here's a rather obscure analogy, if you give villagers in a backward village a taste of having instant piping hot showers, they would crave for that every day after and be very miserable if they can't have their hot showers. Freedom is hard to put a price tag on eh.

The month has done what two days a week earlier cannot: returning the freedom of thought. My thoughts are very location-oriented and they tend to submerge themselves in shall-not-be mentioned place, or simply flow like a stream while I'm on the train or something moving. So the thought fears for its impending diminished existence, which is why this paragraph exists.

Lastly, it was a day of melancholy, distraction and surprise. There are things which I have done wrongly in the past, and even with the experience and knowledge, have failed today. Woe is me.  

Wow a rainbow!!

Immarcion

I'm reminded about how insignificant my might is.

There are so many statements regarding my (negatively entrenched) state of being, running through my mind now, that I shalln't bother writing about them lest people construe them in the wrong light. I went for a run and cycle but the adrenaline didn't help much to clear my mind. There's a nice shower pouring outside now in the night. Old friend, I just want to lie in your puddle, melt and disappear. 

Out of Order

Oh noes, I think this sounds off numerous warning bells. Back to back, I'm still an INTJ.

Disorder	Rating
Paranoid Disorder:	Very High
Schizoid Disorder:	Moderate
Schizotypal Disorder:	Very High
Antisocial Disorder:	High
Borderline Disorder:	Very High
Histrionic Disorder:	Very High
Narcissistic Disorder:	Very High
Avoidant Disorder:	Very High
Dependent Disorder:	Very High
Obsessive-Compulsive Disorder:	High
-- Personality Disorder Test - Take It! -- -- Personality Disorders --

A Beautiful Mind

Over the past week, I have been greeted with a wall of silence by a person I have come to count on to return the echoes of my mind during the last three to four months. How does someone simply disappear without a word? You wonder if they are still alive and living or eating well. All that, I suppose that person is doing. A once parallel line that diverges into infinity in the opposite axes. Its cruel, in all sincerity. 

As the title of this entry suggests, I just watched the film of said title. And it does strike me how oddball or even delusional I could have been a few years back, and probably still am somewhat. 

Toil lighT

Mm I suppose we achieved something on Saturday.

Leverage

Hold that thought

Our design is flawed.

Skeptic Arrest

Once again, back into the business which I do best. Does the universe really course correct itself?

Walkürenritt

My head is undecidedly silent and convoluted at the same time. Riddled by the same recurring problems and solved by the familiar solutions that appear by second nature, I have lost my thirst for life. A new tomorrow, just doesn't appear new enough, or worth looking forwards to. This wasn't a thought I just arrived at overnight, but rather one that precipitated over the year after I swore that I would let nothing upset me, not even if were to die tonight in my sleep peacefully or violently while crossing the road, with my life list largely unchecked and unsatisfied. Does a calm reaction and nonchalance finally count towards maturity? Perhaps, then, I join the ranks of the zombified. 

Tell me, this is dangerous.

Regal

A retarded conversation I had.

J O _ L says:

tell me the truth

I eat gummy bears for breakfast. says:

..............

J O _ L says:

no i dun need to noe that ur having ur periods

I eat gummy bears for breakfast. says:

wtf

Sunrise Sunshine Sunset

Today tomorrow and many days to come... Yes. Yes. Yes.

Overture

The tide of time pulls hard, and you are drifting away.

Burning Days

One day, I will look back on these days in a different reality. Am I burning the days for hope? Or rather, am I burning the hope which comes with the days. You should know better.

Treemo

Under the tree the lion sings tonight...

Urofi

Not everything is as white as it is black. Black as my pupils, round as my troubles. These days the world appears slanted to me, and I have lost my olfactory capabilities, hence much of what I eat doesn't taste right, or have any taste at all. Are you flavorful? I'm a wild but refined flavor. Will you let me taste life? Its not fun always eating on my own.

Doesn't know when, wasn't told when.

Momentus Rewrite

He was spotted by the Celestial whom all life owed breath to for the daily miracle of Light. All but him. Light was reckoned no more than a commodity, given freely, easily stolen, bought and sold in no less numerous ways. The Celestial smirked, because for all his devices conspired, he had not truly learnt how to give off the Light that could be called his own. Like a finger touching a naked flame, the Light from the Celestial quickly withdrew and fled his vicinity. His sillouetted figure emerged amidst the conundrum of croakies and crawlies that took the night shift. The patchwork of growth and puddles afforded them a cover from which to observe the stranger. Most, if not all, were seeing his species, for perhaps the first time.

The brawl at Kerak Market had cost dearly. In consideration, and in physique. His vision ran thick as a fog, that was yet to be due till morning. Not for long now. Weariness would soon overcome this walking projectile. Yes, a projectile, for he had been the result of a journey from far-flung lands. Ironically fate had it being miscalculation after miscalculation that he had struck. He had not come without reason, to this very wildeness, where a forgotten saddle cringed from a branch.

Stumbling, he came to a rest on the saddle. A thrust flew from his feet into the weed sprawled ground. And for once in a decade after its' last captured flight, the swing sang its rickety creak song once more.

An impossible thought, ten years of age, hit him as he swung: bringing himself one eliptical loop in flight about the swing. Then perhaps, defying what his sullied body was telling, his time had yet to be up. For he had not come full circle, and the impossibility was there, so that he may live days more for what he never knew.

Such is the wonders of captured flight, you will never be lost from sight.

Kurrenkusity

Second sunset of the year:
The scent of your troubles fills the air.
What silent words you dare not bare,

Fears which you have held ensnared
Shall the worried winds carry these tattered tears,

Alift into the Celestial's brilliant carress.

O how they sparkle amidst the summer breeze,

To disperse in Time's seasoned kiss.

A year and 'cross the Dover seas;

You ask:
Will it be fine tomorrow?
Under the faraway sky.

My friend.

Yes, I follow.
Stop. Sleeping.
Wake Up. You're alive. I'm on your side.