.Thursday, April 20, 2006 ; 11:47 PM -
.His Mercy is New everY mornInG.
Here I am, stealing a few minutes of my mugging time, trying to find an outlet for some of these incoherent thoughts.
I'm scared to know that I'm always on your mind
Even the best fall down sometimes
Even the wrong words seem to rhyme
You finally find that you and I collide
- collide by howdie day
Odd isn't it?How chances keep lurking around and how we missed them most of the time. Things that matter the most, in them end, they are just part of this huge slide show called being alive. We didn't get to see it. Only being told by others how beautiful/sorrowful/empty/fullfiling they are. In the end, does it matter whether it is palette of colors or just plain monochrome?Throw in sephia, it's still another slide show.
Dream, Is it still a dream if they are attainable?Why not call it "wants" or "desire"?Abolish the word dream. Those fragments of images often lost in the sea of consciousness. Just like human tend to lost himself in the ever changing current of the world. They are dynamic, elusive yet provide a sense of hope. Neverending cycle in this wicked impressionless world.
Lost in the sea of faces, will I find myself?
That angel who casts his eyes on you. Will you ever notice it? Caught up in the hussle and bussle of life, take time to notice that loving gaze that never leaves you. Not even a minute. not even a second. Look around. The gentle breeze is whspering softly in your ears, saying you are loved no matter who you are. Play your song in this crazy world. Who dares to object if you have the power. Dance your waltz before the music fades. There's never one same song. Only similar. Today you listen to it and you are sad. Tomorrow, you feeling serene. The next day, empty. Savour every drop of melody for every note is unique, and every bar is special.
