between the dotted line
A child born on the 9th of October 1982. Sophia Natasha ("Wisdom born on the day of Christmas")
Thursday, May 24, 2012
Saturday, February 18, 2012
If this is what you want
How do you feel?
What do you want?
Why do these questions confront me like a hurricane arising from within? Why have I forgotten how it last felt to be really sad? Why have I lost touch with the last defined happiness? Can the lost ever be found and be the same when found? Why do the graphic memories of pain appear distant and forbidden? Why am I then feeling surges of pain that arrest my heart as I thread between memory and reality? Why did the former passion go into hiding and swear never to appear again? Why does the equilibrium get shaken when it has promised to be stable, good and unfrightened for a long time? The familiar pain is the remnant of the past and is back again, but I choose to be braver than I believe.
Absolute greatness
Unceasing power
Jesus I love
The throne of my life
What do you want?
Why do these questions confront me like a hurricane arising from within? Why have I forgotten how it last felt to be really sad? Why have I lost touch with the last defined happiness? Can the lost ever be found and be the same when found? Why do the graphic memories of pain appear distant and forbidden? Why am I then feeling surges of pain that arrest my heart as I thread between memory and reality? Why did the former passion go into hiding and swear never to appear again? Why does the equilibrium get shaken when it has promised to be stable, good and unfrightened for a long time? The familiar pain is the remnant of the past and is back again, but I choose to be braver than I believe.
Absolute greatness
Unceasing power
Jesus I love
The throne of my life
Sunday, December 11, 2011
Sunday, October 02, 2011
this moment
Memories deep under
Flowers but wither
Sigh, waiting will I
Hope must become bigger
Love makes me stronger
Rain, pls wash away my tears
Sew up the wounds pried open
Say to me you have not forgotten me
Paint, another canvas
Make me one day
Like dreams come true.
Saturday, August 06, 2011
Monday, May 09, 2011
Larkin Step (Ling Kai)
God he turned and walked away
I couldn't think of what to say
When we plane engines fall through your roof
And I broke my knee while walking down the street that I live in
While no one was passing by
Chorus:
Life moves along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy
Time comes along and it breaks every bone in your spine
Into the flight of night
Insomnia strikes and hopes alight
We set ourselves up to fall
So we stargaze and we write down all the things that we'll do
Fall into the river our pockets full of stones
Full of stones..
Chorus:
Life moves along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy
Time comes along and it breaks every bone in your spine
I couldn't think of what to say
When we plane engines fall through your roof
And I broke my knee while walking down the street that I live in
While no one was passing by
Chorus:
Life moves along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy
Time comes along and it breaks every bone in your spine
Into the flight of night
Insomnia strikes and hopes alight
We set ourselves up to fall
So we stargaze and we write down all the things that we'll do
Fall into the river our pockets full of stones
Full of stones..
Chorus:
Life moves along and it trickles down the cheeks of every beautiful boy
Time comes along and it breaks every bone in your spine
Thursday, April 14, 2011
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