Sunday, January 26, 2014
The Silence
Another day pass by,
The clock keeps on ticking,
Heard the birds chirping,
Saw the cats sleeping at corridor,
But, not a single silhouette is seen...
This silence might just be nothing,
But deep inside this heart of someone,
It kills her slowly in there,
She keeps on doing her work,
Forcing herself thinking that it is fun,
Such a pity girl there...
The phone is always right beside her,
Startled every time it rang,
Hoping someone would text her,
Such a lonely girl there,
Getting excited for such a simple tone...
People might say, "what is this girl doing?"
Humans are known for their curiosity personalities,
Every question must be answered,
If not, a lot of people suddenly gonna be in love with that hypothesis thingy~
And yeah, well, not everything should be told,
The same thing goes to this girl...
People call her weird, lonely and insecure,
She calls herself...
I'm ME... No words should describe ME,
Say what you wanna say,
She might get hurt, but she knows herself better,
She hates being hated, but she'll over it,
She want to gives her best, but she knows her limit,
She gets up every time she falls, and she knew this,
No need to tell all these things to them,
Because in the end,
Its gonna be ME myself who's going to end this journey of mine...
So just keep on smiling girl~
Keep on pouring those little happiness of yours to people near you...
You are not gonna lost a thing,you just about to gain something...
Friday, March 22, 2013
Walking slowly towards a bench in a park,
Sitting on that blue bench alone,
With an old-lookin brown notebook,
and a stick of green-coloured wax where she just got,
She began her drawing on the 92th page,
With only one colour she had,
She wondered...
"What could i do with only 'this'?"
She kept her silence for a moment....
Tilt her head a bit to the left...
and then to the right....
Keep on looking for something in front her eyes,
Searching for something that could catch her sight,
Just then she realized....
no other scene that she could take as an inspiration
for her to sketch on that 92th page...
She looked at her feet...
She stepped her sneakers on ground...
Earth ground...
Green grass....
So softy....
She smiled....
"You, green here, you gave me something to tell my friend"
On that 92th page she began to draw....
All green....
The whole one page was green in colour...
A quote made on the bottom of the page...
"I'm not in my 50's, 60's, 70's or 80's when i drawn 'this', but i hope when i get to that age,
i'll remember how this green grass was the most inspiration thing to wonder when people start
to become the most boring thing on this earth"
#just another peace of my mind ...
