Death Sentence

Our heads always have been on the chopping block. If you hate me because of my colour or my faith you can sentence me to death .

I have a problem, I can't think right. I have made many kids cry for help. Maybe it's fair for you to close all the windows and let no light come in. Don't I deserve to breathe the same air of sanity like you do?
But my hands were made to be marked and my face to be painted black.

I see you chose to stand on the other side of the road, wearing the robes of a saint, then why do you carry a knife in your hand? Your hands are drenched with the blood of a sinner, it is just as red as mine. But I am the one who is suppose to die.

Brother, my death is your death, my life is your life.

Plastic Flowers

If I sell your favorite shiny black boots to the wrath of drought, will it wither under the stare of the sun? The stories from city can save your throat for only so long. Past week or past life, your memories will betray you.

Instead I'll cover you with fluorescent lights, the moon will abandon you. If you love the cold metal monster breathing down your neck I'll let the ocean breeze know you don't miss it anymore . Concrete walls and graying streets, green fields of plastic creates such beauty that the softness of  leaves is too insignificant to be felt again.

I'll give you everything outside so you'll never have to look inside again.

Diamonds

I was born on a sacrificial stone.

They chanted through the night till the last strip of grey was painted red.When I woke up from my slumber, I had another name. 

The only one familiar is the one I can't see, the one I can't touch. Why do I bring bear this burden of knowing? All it's ever done is made me seem aloof.

But every time I find a diamond under it's black veil, it gives me hope and I pray for strength to carry on. It's something about your beautiful eyes, when it smiles with joy, I feel closer to home.

Everyday Miracles

I ask myself everyday, why do i play this game? Is it even worth winning when there is so much to lose?

Sometimes I like to watch people on the street, to be a witness of their existence and still be invisible. Like i am the smallest thing in the world, a fleeting moment, a curious glance, a question waiting to be answered or an answer searching for a question.

And then the big bad monster goes away because I am too small to be found, to insignificant to be around.
I don't know you and you don't know me. But somehow we are here together, if that is not a miracle, then what is?

Alone

My housemates are in celebrating Easter with their parents, so I get the house to myself. It's quite nice actually. Not to close to bathroom door all the time, I can talk as loudly as i want to, I can sing without being told I am out of tune. It is a nice change.

I have been wondering what loneliness is. More often than not, I choose to be alone. I am an introvert (INFJ) so I always need to recharge myself my having some alone time. But I guess alone time does not equal the feeling of being lonely.

Webster's dictionary describes lonely as "being without company". One can be alone if no one is around but can feel alone in midst of a crowd. So it's really about being alone or feeling alone.Sometimes being alone helps you figure out yourself, it clears your head and gives you a fresh perspective. To be in company with yourself is very comforting. On the other hand,  feeling alone tears you apart. Nothing is more disturbing than feeling lonely, it's like you need to save yourself from yourself. If only someone can hear the screams in your head.

But often I find that the I cannot save a person who feels lonely. No matter how much I try to guide them out of the darkness, sooner or later they will leave my hand and run back to it again. And I have discovered that it is not me who holds the key to get them out of that dark room. They key has always been in their pocket.

The light is always within.

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Photography by ME

Rain

The moment I move on is often hidden by the mundane. Only after I have walked few miles, that I look back and realize what is left behind. A shadow, an echo of memories is what you have become. What comes after the judgement day?

Forgetfulness maybe.

Now when it rains, I relish every moment of it. Water will seep into me. That forever will be mine.

To see beauty is a bliss...to hold it, is Nirvana.

Closed

I often come cross people who are 'closed'. Some say they are know-it-all, other's say they are insecure with themselves. No one actually knows the real reason...because they are closed. It's like tasting a cyanide...you can't actually know the taste because you are dead before you know it.

Maybe being "closed" is not as deadly as cyanide, or is it? Maybe it's a slow poison. Little by little it kills any hope for the imagination to escape. No curiosity, no thirst to learn, no love, no hate.
Closed like you have never seen the light. Like you have never known the dark.

I am exaggerating obviously. You won't go to that extent. You will sense the danger and stop.

But what if you don't?

 Oh! i forgot, if's and but's don't work in your world. All the possibilities is out of reach. All you see is what really exists.

Call me crazy but I like to draw outside the line.