what hasn't found me

29 January 2009

Time hasn’t found me as much as it wants to.
I’m almost sure you’ve lost me in front of my eyes.

I can barely recognize my own hands.
It’s like walking on clouds, feeding on dust, sitting on stars.

There’s no telling which one to live and which one to dream.

I am one and not the other one,
and if I am the other one, who says I can’t be the one?

I shut down my eyes, you’re all I can see.
The unreal and the tangible,
I’m not one to say but it all feels the same.

Everything feels so vague.
Real vague.

I force my eyes to see...
nothing but clouds.

Enough already.

Enough…

Just enough.

Take a stand.

...nothing...

Bring down that wall,
whatever's on the other side will reveal itself in the end.
Lift up the veil,
so we shall see the greater truth.
One by one it appears,
biting my nail and peeling its skin.

It's not about who rules,
it's not about who lives.
Simply about........

being still

Test me with a knife,I shall surrender to your thought.
What’s weary is nonsense,what’s trivial is essential.
As daring as I am, I’m nothing without a sword.
But please please please, shut your mouth this time.
I hear it once twice already.

The loneliest I’ve ever been,
as if something has just snatched my whole being away from me.
What I treasure the most is my aloneness.
What I loathe the most is my aloneness.
Everything is there.
Consist of nothing but that alone.

Light shines through the space beneath my bedroom door,
I’m waiting for the shadow to walk pass.

Don’t stop...…
Don't.

~s$t~