Or maybe I should blame my toothpaste too. For being red and white striped ( for late bloomers like me, red + white = pink, in primary school drawing classes ).For reminding me these colors before I sleep on a gray-brown bed.
Ah! I surely do miss poetry. I do write them, but only in my journals. And I should cover up my hiatus for not reading them. I am having the pre-jitters of travelling anyways and that I take up as a good enough excuse to go under a hibernation from everything that I cherish doing.
Only if every one of us had a toilet bowl in our house to flush down nothing but insecurities. (WTF!)
Like a friend said yesterday, life has to move on, but nobody knows to where.. And getting back to ground zero after a two year hiatus is just making me feel like a baby all over again. Now if I could pull out a rhyme-o-meter poetry here, I could snuggle up in my little pit of niche. ( there I go again! )
But today, as in everyday, but especially today (ok!) I wish all my loved ones have a better tomorrow, all those reading my words have a better life from here on and nothing but love happen to them in their lives in every sort of manifestation.
[So much lovey talks for that vehement black background I hold up against the face of my readers~ if I have any ;) ]
And taking a dear friend's pearls-of-wisdom-words into consideration: I shall try being less angry. I shall breathe and I shall smile.
(Although I know tomorrow something unjust shall make me go foul tempered again, especially since I come from that part of the world).
Life's a crime for
The Ones who believed
Were sinners
Of past..
No more past, only a colorful future. Pink, creams, oranges, blues or gray. If that is your favourite colour ;)
I take a leap
Holding the hands
Of my dear friend.
Faith!
Image courtesy: http://www.timeoffun.com/pics/High-Hopes/High-Hopes-1.jpg
