Lost Love Lust

Tags: wonder

• acta non verba.

  I knock on the door.
  The dried out wood cracks under my knuckles as I thump lightly, hoping nobody will answer.
  But someone does.
  An old man with frantically arranged white hair opens the door and says,”What have you come here for?”
  “The truth.”
  “The truth, which truth?”
  “The one I believe.”, I say as I make a step forward.
  “What you [...]

• reverse rambunctious redirections.

  Why is it that when you count from 1 to 10 or from 10 to 1 it is quite the same, but when one ages, the older they get, the harder it is to go back.
  In attempting to create art, do we interpret an image from our brain mechanically skilled hands, or do our mechanical [...]

• propriety.

  To innocently log onto this technological piece of paper once more.
  To give out thought, feeling, suppression.
  Like the drawing of blood from the mind and soul, to write is a passion, a frustrating
  yet beautiful obsession.

  Perhaps a flower, that takes much time to fully blossom.
  Often it can show realistic desire, or endless dreams in-accomplishable.
  But in end, for what [...]

• a buon intenditor poche’ parole.

  It is quite ironic how the post before this is the epitome of depression and pessimism, and 
  this post pours optimism and mellow smiles.

  But that is what life is, corect?
  A correlation of beauty and irony, perhaps the dependent equation upon which we live on.
  Without the bad, the good does not taste as sweet yes?
  Home alone, Italian music plays along with the sweet [...]