I roamed free.
Soaring high above, venturing afar
Embraced the storm, the wind, the sun...
Strength bewildered my soul.
Blinded by the lit of the moon
Visionary silhoutte clouded empty minds
Blurred, misconceptions.
Empty and cheated; consequences laid
This mundane path dampens; longing to be saved.
I bet on striving harder to survive...
To live, this once life.
U noe i'm a "bug-photograph freak" ar? wahaaaa....i like the dragonfly~~
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sometimes when i look up in the sky , seeing the clouds wandering around, i really feel like some part of myself is lost... The mundane path u mentioned is like a miniature of the long journey diverging or spreading in a vast n huge n unconceivable desert.
wohoho..i'm too young to tink about tis...bt there is once a red little cute dragonfly "perch" <-- (is tis the correct term?) on my car's antennae....emm...bt it soon embark to his new journey, leaving me standing in amaze for minutes.
i hv came across to some interesting phrases, lets share tis:
"Life, and all lives, is conceived in the mist and not in a crystal.
And who knows but a crystal is mist in decay?"
-- The Prophet by Kahlil Gibran
ng hmm...anyhow..when comes to thoughts about life...personally i would like to throw myself into a "vacummed" space where there is no more clockwise or anticlockwise-like decision making place. All i wan to do is to feel the heat of burning O2 gases, they tell how surviving games go on. =p
whoa! this sure is a commentary. interesting. oh, i'm sure ur pix are much better than mine. that particular dragonfly just happen to be at the right place for the right time.
ReplyDeleteby the way, that is a dead one. :)