wisdom stems from gold.

between heaven and hell lies the fine line - not between good and evil - but between decisions, actions and consequences.

dreams revealed.

i had a dream of a picture album. Just like those Kodak's of the past.
Upon opening them, there were pictures which were never taken in my life, people I've known and seen, places - some to which I've seen myself in and some where never have my feet walked upon.

As the glossy covers flip and the many faces and phenomenas of the past are seen, I cross between the different realities of me.

Have I been a good friend, a good lover, a good person ?

2 years old and no where to go

maybe i've forgotten what it feels like to love as a child; innocent, pure and true.
or have we just forgotten ourselves ?

a relief

"kong kong like papa and popo like mummy"

it's been so long since those words and how i cry sometimes thinking about it for so many reasons. fearful and thankful alike.

God bless you both.

A

i clasp my pillow tight tonight, eyes closed. hoping to have open them and find that i was holding you. oh, damn these pangs of you.

can we say?

i've been watching and connecting every detail to and about you.
but tonight, i will invite you in - lay you down and show you what it means to live.
come not through my door, but my window ; it's more exciting and worthwhile that way.

into my box

there is this part of discovery which makes it exciting.

it's not the anticipation of knowing that you will find out, but the unsuspecting notion that it was never what you first thought it would be.