beautiful crap
The idle moments of the day. It is when I just lay my back on my bed and my poetic mind wander around on every sketches of your face and all I could write about are just adjectives about an angel.
The sun shines and sets on your face and the picture is the portrait of a thousand sunsets… like the million rays of the sun that sums up the light of the day.
Each night I wish upon a star, and then there you are… my shooting star. You are supposed to make my wish come true but I don’t want you to fall because if you fall, you will leave my sky empty forever. But then, if you fall… please land in my arms safely.
The poetic distance, the yonder dreams kept me awake, but just a glimpse of your face makes me want to fall asleep and never again wake up.
It is the reality that bites us then swallows us up until we are finely digested inside the monster’s belly. But if you’re asking me why am I still betting my last penny? … well, it is like in the lottery where in you have lost everything you have in your pocket but still you bet again even the very last penny for your fare home… no! It’s not because of money… but it’s because of HOPE… that tiny sledge of adrenaline that crosses your veins just right before you check the winning numbers. That is HOPE. That tiny speck of hope that you are grasping that MAYBE this time you will win.
It is not bad… but neither it is good.
So here I go again… the supreme epitome of an optimist who believes that the world is so beautiful and really believes in it up to last minute it is proven a crap. Then smiles disappointedly and says it is for the best cause there is a reason.
So how optimistic is that?
How universal is the water? Those 2 atoms of hydrogen and 1 molecule of oxygen sums up the universal solvent. But the ultimate riddle is… “waters cannot quench it and neither flood can drown it.”