{ random prose }

The transluscent light reveals the darkest secret of the night as she traced the path in silence. She witnessed the shadows dancing before her, laughing at her and leaning to her. The moon glares down at her as if it understood all she has in mind. She keeps swaying her legs, one step after another. The shallow feeling she has in her right now is reflected on her teary eyes. She sees the shadows of the trees before her, waving eagerly for her attention. Perhaps they understand what she has to say. Perhaps they feel what she feels. Well, at least, she has someone who understands. And she smiles back.


June 11th, 2006 at 2:17 am

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My great hope is to laugh as much as I cry; to get my work done and try to love somebody and have the courage to accept the love in return.

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I am lousy in explaining myself in words as I believe articulating something as complicated as personality stringed together in sentences does no justice to the profoundness in me. I may not know much but I know this much is true. I have morbid fascination over people's stories regardless where they came from or what background they grew up in. I indulge in their stories not because I'm nosy but because I find them enriching mine. I wish to be awed by the possibilities and differences I find in people from all over the world and I never hesitate to befriend them if the attraction is likewise. I am a creature of language, emotions, rationality experiences, comprehension, and love. I use words and ideas to change the world, I cling to my emotions and rationality to yield decisions, I base my decisions on experiences, I define skewed things I find through a weak attempt of comprehension and I love almost everyone.