HONOUR THE WEATHER
Its so damn hot. i feel myself melting in this summer air.
Just as how swiftly a human is able to swing its mood, the weather it seems has also taken up a mood of its own and swang, if theres ever such a word. These days, it seems that every move you make, every breath you take. it brings you twice as quickly to the shower room instead. nothing truly beats the splashing of cold water on our warmed bodies at the end of the day.
The week hasn't really been that great. I have applied more pressure on myself knowing that it isn't me for God-knows-what reasons. What am i fighting for? Have i put my end in place already? or what? I have been walking faster than usual, rushing things hoping to get somewhere - nowhere. I don't really know it myself anymore.
Through those glass windows where i can see the world clearly, i trace the outlines of buildings, trees, sky, cars and people with my eyes and wish for a moment when a pen could draw a line so poignant. i wonder are we the only creatures here wishing for more? Do the birds sometimes cast a jealous gaze on their brothers, hoping they will one day soar as high? are we alone here, digging our heels into the ground, trying like hell to push our inadequacies out of the way so we can be stronger and more beautiful? no idea. but the line is still there against the sky. Perfectly defined. I'll have that.
Time passes and i realize its time i did something. - stop. I need to find my way around. Today the trees shown bright, greener than ever for the first time i have ever really noticed. it could have perhaps been the reflection of the sun. the skies too has followed, casting away clouds of white revealing an almost empty patch of blue. beautiful. It seems that everything out there is trying to fight to tell the world that "it" has life. trying to make a statement in this damn world.
and then here's me, im just trying to survive.
~JC
Just as how swiftly a human is able to swing its mood, the weather it seems has also taken up a mood of its own and swang, if theres ever such a word. These days, it seems that every move you make, every breath you take. it brings you twice as quickly to the shower room instead. nothing truly beats the splashing of cold water on our warmed bodies at the end of the day.
The week hasn't really been that great. I have applied more pressure on myself knowing that it isn't me for God-knows-what reasons. What am i fighting for? Have i put my end in place already? or what? I have been walking faster than usual, rushing things hoping to get somewhere - nowhere. I don't really know it myself anymore.
Through those glass windows where i can see the world clearly, i trace the outlines of buildings, trees, sky, cars and people with my eyes and wish for a moment when a pen could draw a line so poignant. i wonder are we the only creatures here wishing for more? Do the birds sometimes cast a jealous gaze on their brothers, hoping they will one day soar as high? are we alone here, digging our heels into the ground, trying like hell to push our inadequacies out of the way so we can be stronger and more beautiful? no idea. but the line is still there against the sky. Perfectly defined. I'll have that.
Time passes and i realize its time i did something. - stop. I need to find my way around. Today the trees shown bright, greener than ever for the first time i have ever really noticed. it could have perhaps been the reflection of the sun. the skies too has followed, casting away clouds of white revealing an almost empty patch of blue. beautiful. It seems that everything out there is trying to fight to tell the world that "it" has life. trying to make a statement in this damn world.
and then here's me, im just trying to survive.
~JC
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