Put my ears on green grass to listen footsteps of hectic fishes. But all I have heard is wheezing sounds from the wings of butterflies. Wait! Listen! That's it, the footsteps of fishes, swaying left and right in silent voice. Waited to see pain of lake while fins of fishes did clear cut to lake's surface. Voiceless wish, wish there would be no scar in everyone's mind just like there is no in the water.
Today, I saw a dead cockroach who is eaten by group of ants. Ummm . . . I will try to write an essay about ants eating ants when I go back to my home.
Sometimes, it's really hard to differentiate between the sound of spinning from an old fan and the sound my asthmatic breathing. Just like an early morning light, day is dumb by broken dreams. It was just a heavy breakfast. We will need to wait, wait until all the food is well digested.
BS
12 Nov: 2009
so postmodern!
ReplyDelete:D yeah Ei . . so abstract, huh ?
ReplyDeletehere come another eminent abstract author!
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heehee :D no no bro, i'm just 100% amateur :D
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