Saturday, September 24, 2011

Flotilla of Clouds

At the touch of love, everyone becomes a poet
.Plato.

Isn't Plato the most brilliant? make me wonder are all these scholars' love stories beautiful yet poignant, crafty, sexy, treacherous and even boundless in imagination, restrictions and boldness. Don't we all want a real taste of all. Hah, sometimes life is funny. She cuts a vein and let us experience the brokenness. allows our heart to skip a beat. pulls our legs. drops a tear.break a smile. cry ourselves to sleep and laugh till we cry. The waves of emotions keep splashing with different kind of magnitude and speed and angles that we are so feeble to call it stop.

My heart is calm tonight. as calm as the blue corn moon. I have been successfully ignored this part of me emerging. Cuz life is really funny. it's brief yet time-enduring. It's agonizingly sweet. plainly unique. shifty yet mesmerizing. So, I cant do anything but savour the empty intimacy.


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