Toying With Eyes Wide Open.

Pretty little bitch strutting with utmost confidence that the world is on the side which has been agreed upon to be favored. It isn't fair but what does fairness and justice or even the mention of equality has got to do with any of this. It's downright discrimination of taste, gender and coloration. The Eiffel tower may have it's pride so does the Pisa, with it's lean. Rome had been beautiful despite the random cursed money sucking bastards whom I release curses aplenty. The buildings, street, people and even the weather has a strange Italian-likeness towards the whole effect of the scene. One can perhaps see love in the air by the Trevi fountain. Gorgeous it was. There is a but, and the but isn't of the greatest. How silly can the mind be toyed around with forces of the unseen, like a web preys it's victims for the spider. It's temptation. It's lust. It's pride, it's everything of the seven, even  sloth. O when can I go to finally rid the pain of enlightenment? It's when you know that knowing takes the joy from you. That's why fools come with the saying ignorance of highest bliss. My stars remain untapped. The crab shakes and flakes, side-stepping away life, or the waters of emotions, all in attempt to be happy. Happiness comes to them unworthy, positivity as plastics. Feel the condemnation of life and lift noses in proud feelings that's when happiness warmly greets. Screw the yard behind and fuck the world in front that's when happiness embraces self. Nothing more have I to say but to hell with everything that causes misery. I am myself being me and how much I wish to fucking change that, it remains, once more; untapped. So shall I have to live with me, getting used to the idea of him in the mirror and the her of his heart. Side-stepped, looking side, being a pessimistic skeptic. Yet, being me, knowing her, knowing him, tears shall fall at the end of each day. Tears hold the world of sorrow in each drop; happiness mirroring sorrow's effort of hurt. I let my sorrowful world fall every night. My sorrowful happy-sometimes world to fall in the abyss of nothingness to let peace take control. Rabbit hole, and a missing father. My wide eyes, open with acceptance of being toyed by the world's end. 

A View of the Fog.

I escaped and I survived. But what exactly did I escape from and what were the obstructions I overcame to have declared my survival. Hope is like the fog. It's there blinding the truth of the what-is-to-come. Where's the truth and basis of happiness? The excitement and thrill of living is only present in each new sectors of discovery. Where there's learning, there's growth. Growth brings life, contrasting the stagnant stump. However, there's a turning point to all things where good things go from almost perfect to nothing close of perfection. Athena's here so next time.

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.

Unguided Path.

I am crying for help with the same enthusiasm of how one would when thrown off a cliff. This is too difficult to bear. I need to escape this hell. I can go neither left nor right and I despise the forward road. The three of us were going through photos dated nearly a decade ago and that immediate marble choked my throat. Everything seems so perfect and the beauty was glamor in splendor undefined. So what if we had to eat food worth less than two dollars each day. So what if the clothes on our back were to be used till they're torn. The fact is, we were happy. We were happy not knowing a pampered life. Looking back now, I can cry forever more because such a perfect moment will have no pity to be relived. How low must I humbly bow to God to request another chance to be happy with my family? I am stuck in the past as they would say. My heart distracted and left behind the timeline of life. Mercy me. Foolishly, I believed that depression shall not persuade it's survivors. It's coming back to me again, strolling with light feet satisfied to know I am helpless. Death seems like an offer now which delights my Life. Nothing else worth not to be lived for. To whom should I turn to? My drug now shall be Cathay. A temporary effect of excitement before square one is taken place again.

A Sad Text.

Sometimes, decisions are made and words said to intensify moments which are set according to a former plan. I hurt myself in order to hurt others less, or none at all, if possibility avails. My dreams are of mine and a lesson taught for me, personally to believe that I shan't include others in this circle. Actions taken may bring about massive hatred and hurtful emotions but that's the best that can be conjured from this thoughtful cap. Shall not and will not be the last to speak of this. Infinity has a border, making a finite end to these nasty curvaceous shapes. All these dots will be linked and linked shall they be in the eye, turned. Now, be it, be it, be it, prayed for. Life led.