I am tired of dragging the weight of the past with me
As if these memories were shackled to my feet.
I’m a prisoner in my mind.
I have a life sentence- there to suffer until the end of time.
You are the warden, refusing to let me escape.
I keep making the same mistake,
I must be insane.
In solitary confinement I stay,
My execution I await.

I breathe a sea of emotions
I am the painter of the vast sky
The sun and the moon
whispers each memory
when I close and open my eyes
I rise with the mountains
and drown beneath the ocean's time
I fly with the birds
and dance with the trees
I see the air's breath
through its gentle breeze
I was born from one's history
and died from a subtle knife
I might reborn
after a very long time
Just read my words
and listen to the music of my heart

My life is a song

of endless poetry.

I was born from a farthest star
where beauty and shattered lights
sprinkled all over the place

i touched the glass of gold crystals,
they are soft and silky
that I can glide and say 'weee!'

The strand of my hair goes
to slow motion
as I somersault into the air

The giant moon illuminates
from sight
he yawns as I wave
and gave a sweet smile

I can hear the words
'Dream, Dream, Dream'
echoes from his mind

I close my eyes and feel the warmth
of the stars embrace

'Dream, Dream, Dream' whispers from the
billion celestial of the night

I find happiness in an endless tranquil space.

Life - the period between birth and death.

The rising of the Sun comes with the fulness of life; the replenishing of that which was lost.

Just like the spring comes with the green, flowers spring forth, so the beauty of life comes forth, rejuvinating that which was dead.

I've come to realise that life is quite blissful.
I've found out that what we do everyday and what we classify as "normal" is "phenomenal" if you take a closer look.

I've discovered that even if you're not exactly where you would like to be, that doesn't mean that right now life isn't beautiful.

We're constantly surrounded by wonders, but we become insensitive because they come so gracefully and seamlessly.

Have you ever thought of how fascinating, the air we breath in and out? Do you think before you breath? You don't right? It just happens. Isn't it amazing?

Every breath and every moment that's creating the opportunity for you to be alive, is a miracle, that's the beauty of life.

I've also seen that, there's no ordinary and extraordinary moment. All i see is beauty everywhere.

If you understand this, you can look at ordinary objects and find beauty in it's existence.

If you understand this, you can see a pile of rotting compost and realise that within that organic waste lies the possibility of a garden of flowers.


The beauty of life is about the victories won.
The beauty of life is about problems solved.
The beauty of life is about appreciating the world around.
For me, it is about creating something out of nothing;
For me, the Beauty of life is about making the impossible possible;

It's placing value on happiness.
Open your eyes, for life is beautiful..