when i grow up, i want to travel, visit new places, meet new people, try new dishes. an island, a country, a region, then a continent. how nice would that be!

Big things expressed simply.

Absence diminishes small love, and increases great ones; as the wind blows out the candle and fans the bonfire.

(1613--1680
Duc de La Rochefocauld)

it's amazing how people so ancient can come up with a quote so impactful like this. Unassuming, bare and naked--put across plainly and to some point, blatantly. So much that when I stumbled across it, it jumps out and screams at me, well literally. So, i replied, "hell, this is true. damn right."

Snail + Mails

i love snails,
i love mails.
their surprise,
like a prize.
A priceless posession, an addition to .....

Voices.

----

now dual voices speak,
one stronger than the other,
in a roaring tumult within the narrow channels of my ears.

like waves beaching up shore,
lesser the serenity,
greater the discordance-
in disagreements.

i am amazed.
at how a short span of time (3 months)
have the ability to rob away,
passion-
and what used to matter.

this rush of life,
i thought i understood so well.
now turned its back against me,
and flew-

away from my grasp.


(i should be completing my work now.
oh shut up!
i forbid you from speaking.)