Monday 22 September 2014

Countdown


Can I stop spending my days in a state of torpor like quitting on life? I think I have to do it, but only in thought it whirls, I cannot help myself. Days over, however, I'll do it anyhow, anyway.

Three years or four years, I cannot tell. In number, four years have passed since then, though, the shadow has actually cast three years. Three years could be either long or short, but anyways, I cannot stand time’s whipping any more, nor does she. She already expressed her resolution and I did mine, yet I’m not confident in our minds because emotions don’t come up to one´s will or expectation. “Do your best. Man proposes and God disposes.” I think she has done her best and I’ve done it my way. We have constantly proposed it, so the disposition is God’s will. If it comes along against our expectations, it is not her destination. We’re prepared to accept it, though we should bear some disappointment and despair. Temporary depression could follow.

Let time flows on, and against all odds, we’ll live our own ways respectively willing to be agreeable to nature. 

Brit...

Monday 12 May 2014

In the chaotic darkness

 
Her pride/dignity have been intentionally hacked and ruined by vicious meticulousness which entirely fooled her discretion. Considerable parts of privacy have been stolen away and she is feeling naked on the road. There's no history between them. There're not yesterdays at all. All were erased and deleted, so the years they've piled up became nothing. Nothing remains, but just an empty void totally unknown, making them perfect strangers. Finally she realized that she had suffered from psychological blindness. She will not forgive it, after all she's not Jesus as well as Buddha.
 
(Brit... 11th May, 2014)