time is always so abstract when you get to meet up with your people.  People often change but I don't mind.

Most of my days I would meditate through sport learning new things. Then again meditate when Im alone.

She suffered a lot past months. Living the same shortcomings any human has to. But I try to be here for her.

My mind tends to spiral to the same old state, but Im trying my best not to fall in. Been there many times, so it gets pretty tiring lately.


Anyways I should write more…

why do I slam the drums when there is no band
why do I scream and shout when silence is at hand
why do I fall in love with a silky singing whistle
'*** we are made of that blank, veiled abyssal
to relish life with great joy and wisdom we swore
like the fading whales by the shore.

Man with humility
walks into a room
his knees on floor
dreams confused
for a doom

Man with conceptions
O lavish they are indeed
Mind but merits
only in their deeds

Man with sullied sight
omitted all that he had
succumbed to grudge
hence strife is all he touches
world became sad

Man with broken heart
writing his way from
cotton dreams to
obscurities and certainties

with soil he became art.

Maybe I'am just the watcher
but you are still my
doom
watching your curves in motion
brings my heart from mere floor to
room.

*i am always amazed how inspiring, fulfilling, lively and redolent.. can be the atmosphere around women