abecrudele
a thousand steps to take.
a thousand breaths to give.
a thousand ways for mistakes to be made.
but that's life after all.
nothing more than a journey upwards.
my heart beats louder and louder in my ears.
it was stronger than ever.
i took a deep breath. i look at everything around me. i breathe again.
i let go.
The degrees of everything fluctuates that the stability of everything crumbles.
Nothing is the same to everything and to everyone.
Wealth is not so bad but it can blind everyone.
I don't want it to blind me to the point that it is the only thing I can focus on.
The world stops. Phase of stagnation.
Is it though?
An event or a choice?
The world won't change.
Eastern or western, neither is greater than the other.
I want to accept both. Discern them and understand them both better.
The world is in ruins.
Let it burn with all of the idiots in hopes that the world can rebuild itself without them.
I drag my little red wagon to the lakeside. I look at the lake and back to the wagon. I continue to walk until I came back a small rock, sitting under the tree.
“Happy Birthday, little brother.” I smile at the rock with bitter tears in my eyes. Then, I walk back home, dragging little red wagon behind me.
I drag my little red wagon to the lakeside. I look at the lake and back to the wagon. I continue to walk until I came back a small rock, sitting under the tree.
"Happy Birthday, little brother." I chokd a smile and walk back home.
It's dark but radiates a certain warmth I could not tell. I hope that it would be like this before I leave on the days of autumn comes.
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