
Well, Im in a blank period. Period where you just want to shut yourself up, not doing anything, and not feeling anything. Floating state.
Really, i dont know what to say. Even to myself.
I'll be back when im more sane.
Meanwhile, i want to post this beautiful poem of my cyber friend Happy, goes by the name Answer Seeking Girl. Great great poetess and lovely girl as well. She just had her birthday this Monday. Happy Birthday Happy.
A little while longer
let me lie in Wonderland
reality too poignant
sharp-angled and black
in contrast to sheets of satin dreams
this is where I remain
in Never-Never Land
dining with poets and idealists
sharing wine with those who've made fantasy their mistresses
naked and vulnerable in secret corners
and deserted alleys
sharing a moment's lovemaking
their words their flesh
their extasy the birth of a new page
Call me the Poet Laureate of hallucinary landscapes
and forgotten continents
Call me the Master of Ceremonies
in this banquet of un-named desires
When I've had my share
and the music is no longer
the wine non-existent
and the conversation meaningless
then I go back to reality
only to conjure up new feasts and entertainment
the mind's delight
the author's escape
in this world of dying poetry
and forgotten dreams
Call me the mastermind
of this, the rebellion of the souls
sigh. how beautifully haunting this is.
, i thought it was just too good to pass. actually (blush).. i wrote it down in a piece of paper, and keep it in my old journal. The convensional ones where i keep all the good stuffs.