Fingers, Seeds and Mountains.

How they interrelate with each other. The fingers help with the making of the hand and idea. However, the idea took a blowing turn which left the fingers back into their socket balls. Bullshit stampeded the mind of the creator (lower case C). What may seem fair to one would mean something to the other. A post, an experience once shared, an anger once laughed, is at a risk of being repeated. So, with the seed in place, who but the crowd can water and shine it with light to recollect painful memories of the past. Trust and honor of the name of sincerity cannot be applied here as ignorance has been forbade to be an excuse. As for mountains, the earth has many. But when they start shifting and moving to create a better more habitual landscape that it gets it's responsive praises. A lightning can be summoned to smash the colossus of the mass state of corruption. Zap and burn the motherfucker down to avoid any more complications. Allowing purity and innocence of the young to subtly trod with gentleness. Allow this thrice. Allow this growth. Allow this exist.

Undoubtedly.

That's a nice word. But what comes after is a one that has a meaning so deep that signifies a truth in all of the nature of it's rulers. Beneath the hard fluff of an exterior, it was a shame to have revealed my sensitive side just a bit too early. No help would have come across successfully. So with this, beauty shall be to where she is placed. When will that dawn of doubt dilute to the atmosphere leaving traces of it's first off existence, and shall bring upon another cause. For a butterfly flutters it's majestic colors across the garden, so shall the leaves whisper when cast upon it's shadow. They whisper with enthusiasm and hope (one lost word had it not been heard for some time), and courage. Leaves they are, but could they bloom to wondrous feed of flowers should they decide to. The sun comes to a rise beyond that door, where the first-comers decided to be at. Who can pretend anymore of the what ifs, and what shan't. Oh, the cold tickles the desired, the scarf warmth on the assumed. Fingers of the eyes caresses the earth's great art, running through the smooth of the dead. Pearls, black ones, shone and shall shine the sun's reflection. A shape so joyous, and a full entertainment of the spectacularly high up. The courage to dream begins in the yearns of passion. A flicker of blue, beneath the flame. One mustn't assume the dangers of beauty. They fool upon the hardest of hearts, turning soft which could be a possible mold of some sorts. Nevertheless, breaths be drawn at shallow veins of fire; undoubtedly.

So The Flight Begins.

The sixth day being here at a new destination and I'm enjoying every bit of it. It will be soon before training would begin and the hardship of memory would come take it's place. By the seventh week, I will be on my first flight to some part of the world and shall begin the ticking of countries visited across the globe. Quite soon would there be a time when I will have favorite destinations and selected memories to be considered wondrous. The discovery around Hong Kong has been great so far. This beautiful, systematic and organized clean country really does soothes the heart of one who enjoys perfection in sight. There may be some flaws but such would be minor in terms of comparison with the country of my origin. What do I expect for time to come? I can't much as I always have a bad habit to push things quickly either towards up or down the road. I have to learn the art of patience and by trying to cope with the hard change of adapting persistence. A single 'see' would be very much appreciated as a favorite location for this very instant. Head on a fluffy pillow wrapped like a burrito with a comforter. Too tempting thus the bye.