Lets hear the Light

I know I'm sad, I'm colorful too

Even in places where light is forbidden, in some crazy bizarre weird sorta surreal way, a ray of a dimmest light always survived through, thinking of that image in my head just makes me smile. But not for long, imagination.

Grace To The Strong

The Golden Calf

We are all alone in our own separate ways, so singularity make peace with it, adventure on our own. Ruled by digital age, none can be assure that he or she is happy, even for the blessed. 
Even for the blessed.

Loneliness seems dreadful when you least expected it, though it is true when you believe in your company.

I'll forgive your ignorance, for what I have done you would never understand. You shall be excluded, gracefully excelled off the game. You are not needed here, nor is your tendency to think otherwise.

Bring light to the weak, dark twisted fate, let my dearest dear be awaken. Reach beneath what you seek and let it sink in, deep down will you find peace and harmony. 

For the material of a designer is creativity, and that of statuary bronze, so the subject matter of the art of living is each person's own life. 

 

Effervescence

My thoughts are screamingly loud; like I couldn't turn my attention away from it. For whatever reason I have, I didn't. 

And just thought, maybe for a second I can return safely to where I used to be, it then hit me that it was okay to linger.

It's okay to stay. I'm welcome anyway.

I can't tell where I'm about to go, nor distinct the place where I have been. They all look so familiar I swear I have seen it before.

Mother says I'm dreaming all my life, perhaps. 

Mother says I'm stupid all my life, perhaps. 

Mother says I'm born this way, that I can't change my fate.

Mother says I'll protect her with my life.

She says I'll live to see tomorrow

She says I'll see the change in humanity, therefore discrimination, prejudice and agony shall be history, forever.

無

In the dark where I belong, 

there I shall find comfort to live peacefully, 

there I shall find love and acceptance. 

To the underworld, 

keeps for the fallen angels, 

the lost souls wonders, 

crying out to an ocean with no horizon. 

There is no ending, 

neither will your scream be heard, 

testament of your strength will be challenged, 

it is coming, 

and it should be, 

nothing but an empty tank at the end of the day.

There will be no tomorrow, 

there shan't be, 

for which you'll resent tomorrow anyway, so does today. 

Pleasing the lord of mercy, 

faithful to your own, 

 lost, 

left drifting through the wind. 

Be in the rain,

 the air that I breathe.

You shan't be found...