Friday, November 23, 2007

Shhh.

Forget about the
mind-wrenching pains of the
sorrows or the worries in the
exhausted world.


Hush.

Listen to the
delicate voices of the
milky stars of the
twillight sky


Look.

A shooting star,
nagareboshi,
A comet,
houki boshi


Close your eyes.


And make a wish.

My last sunset.

Thursday, November 15, 2007

I stopped in my tracks to take in what I saw.

The endless gentle blue sky that held the white cirrus clouds.
The soft, fresh breeze around that brought along with it, essense of the fresh grass.
The evergreen trees and grass started to dance in the wind.

Then it happened.

Was it a push?

I was suddenly forced down the stairs.

Was it my body?

I just couldn't stop moving.

Was it natural reaction to something?

I wanted to move faster and faster.

Why?

An impulse of the moment?

I tried to stop, but I coudln't.

I could only slow down a bit.

I turned around.

Was there something behind me?





Nothing.



Then, why?

Why was I running?

Unwilling to stop.


It wasn't a feeling of freedom.

Of joy or excitement.

It wasn't a feeling of being frightened.

Or any feelings of that sort.








It was a feeling of never stopping.

Of wanting to continue to move forward.

It was as though I never wanted to stop.

My last sunset.

Monday, November 12, 2007

I know it's stupid.

But I want to remain a child forever.


I'd sit in the corner and play five stones.
I'd stare at the television and imagine myself as a fairy.
I'd look into the bottomless sky and wish upon a glimmering star.
I'd close my eyes and fall into a fairytale.


A snowglobe sits in front of me.
With diamonds glittering in its spherical sky,
Smiles engraved onto the immortal ceramic dolls.
And their eyes,

Full of hope,
Full of wonder,
Full of laughter,
And full of


lifelessness?


It's so real,
It's fake.

It's so beautiful,
It's ghastly.


But still, I want it.


My fairytale,

Is

Fantasticalmagicalwonderfulmusicallovely.

With childhood lullabys dancing in your ear,
Enchanting the soul,
Freeing the mind,
Drawing it in,

into the endless world.


You could call it Ecstasy,
Or poison.

You could call it a Fantasy,
Or hallucination.



But I don't care if it's just a trap.
If it's just a hallucination,
A trick of the mind.


I want to remain a child forever.

In that fantasy.



Trapped within a snowglobe.











Then the gentle glitter would fall onto the doll's face.

Cold and tender as real snow.


Ever so beautiful.
Ever so frozen.
Ever so unreal.
Ever so magical.




My world is a fairytale.

And I don't want to wake up.

Even if it is




a lie

My last sunset.

and,

we forgot.

My last sunset.