December 2010
3 posts
Image Writing- Shadow
As I turn my face to my right, it flows along with my movement. Its unfocused glance makes me wonder and its dry lips give me thirst. The pitch-black image grabs my attention, but only gives me back confusion. Whenever I am, wherever I go, and whatever I do, it’s still there. As if waiting for me to acknowledge its almost invisible identity, it calls for the dear sun. Another side of...
The sky before us is our blank, scrap paper with nothing but emptiness. Left and vanished in vain, no one ever paints it with a single breath of life. So pour down the colors of your burning, impulsive drive and love, with me in your heart. The glorifying sun can be the moon for the day and when the night comes, the clouds that were clustered in richness will be soaked in smokey deep...
