An Enigma

Stirred thoughts. Swirls of colour like tutti fruity in the slurpy machine. Vibrant. Suddenly black and white. Shafts and spots of light penetrate the darkness. Shapes on the floor give birth to imagination as vivid as lucid dreams. Slurred speech saturated with white carnations and a pickup truck. Distinct unknowns like waterproof towels and solar torches. Ridiculous really, hindsight only leaves space for regret and stuff that eats away at us. Through the left eye, it offers lessons of history. Hypothesises for the future. Foresight. All null and void when dealing with matters of the heart. Fist-sized, yet containing more emotional content than all the grains of sand on the beach. Random, wordless moods. Purplish, poppy, ggrrr-ish*piok piok piok*. Souls dissipitate, empathy abundant. Blind to nothing but the shoes of a stranger. Yet sometimes friends can be stranger than strangers. Strange, I know. Expansive vocabulary hand in hand with the smoothest of flows, water over river rocks. Step out, step around, step in. Lagoons! Aquamarine eyes, peaceful dreams of weightlessness. Along came a spider and popped the bubble of ever ever after. Look us in the eye, afraid, freaky, being read like a book. Piano concerto no.1 in Bb minor. (Listen to it). Masks are useful, but eyeholes are compulsory, lest you’re already flying blind in life. The cons, open doors to insights best kept between a very hard to reach place and impossible. Pretentious, add that one to the arsenal. Finger in circular motion in a vertical plane around the pinna. Court of miracles, hello you’re there. Where the scoundrels and scum of the universe turn into princes and counts of Kukumanga. Scooby Doo do you do? Selenium like, duh. Similarities and contrasting characteristics somehow offer the oddest mix, but as a compound? Speculation gets me nowhere. When you assume (Ass-U-Me), you make an ass out of u and me. Justified? You never know – you never shine if you don’t glowJ. Silent reverie, disturbed by angels like a toe making ripples in a pond. Small, larger, gaining strength. God Save the Queen.

An Enigma.

Faith, Love, Purpose.

Don't you just hate the feeling of starting over?

well.. here are the lyrics to this japanese song that i really like and i think would best fit the situation of leaving and starting a new journey..

Blasa by Yae

Japanese

yuugure ni somaru koro umareta machi o deteyuku wazuka na omoide o KABAN ni tsumete tsureteyuku
tooi sora nagai michi furikaerazu ni aruita koko kara wa nakanai mune ni kimete dekakeyou
kita no sora wa watashi o tsutsundekureru aitai hito no basho o oshietekureteru
mado ni motarete naiteita hibi wa ima kara kawarihajimeru deshou sayonara
kono machi wa takusan no hito ga ikikai soreteyuku otagai no kao ya namae sae mo shirazu ni ikiteiru
nani mo ka mo o atarashii mono ni kaete yumemiru koto mo wasurete hashitteyuku no
watashi no shiroi chiisai kotoba wa todokanai kono machi ni mo anata ni sae mo English
i shall leave my hometown when it turns dusk i shall bring with me a bag where i've packed what little memories i have with nary a backward glance, i took to the long road under the distant sky from here on i shan't cry i set out with that resolution in my heart the northern sky embraces me informing me the whereabouts of the person i want to meet those days of crying by the window will start to change now, good-bye in this town many people come and go they hardly even know one another's name nor face everything seems new i run, leaving my dreams forgotten my little, white words do not reach anybody in town, not even you those days of crying by the window will start to change now, once more

Happy Holidays!!