Glimpse

Oh if someone like you, found someone like me.. The train started filling in. People from various race, culture, background, age, sexual orientation, style, …Being. Everything’s quiet. Not a sound. I wonder… Everyone’s looking ahead. No. Not entirely. Everything’s hazy. A hum. Not blinking. So… ..still… … The train started filling in. People from various…

New Year

And as she wait until the count down, Reflecting upon the year that has been, Nursing a glass of red wine, While everyone around her is wild and cheering. A smile, A glass with a red lipstick mark, Quiet, Empty, And just a faint smell of perfume. Then, Happy New Year.

Life’s stick

I imagined that in life, we’re all been handed a stick. One might feel that they’ve been given the shortest, other’s the longest, and some, the average length. Despite that, it’s alway, cliche as it may sound, how we deal with it. Will we use it as our own magic wand? Matchstick to light fires?…

Wishing it was like a fiction

At one point or another one might wish that life could be like those in books and/or movies. (Of course, I’m not referring to those horror/suspence, slasher genre.) Plots in place. Characters are all set. Imaginary score swelling in the background. And… Very anticlimactic. Oh! Well.. That’s real life to you. Unpredictable. Which makes everything…

An Uneventful Day

Sometimes, we long for great adventure. An event where our skill set, entire being, is tested. Long walks and danger and saving lives. What we fail to notice are the little things. Minuscule adventures that makes everything.. Exciting? New? Bothersome? Tiresome? Unnecessary? Little things that define on whether are we the hero or the villain?…