I was stunned. I was baffled. I was amazed. I’m amazed. I’m still damn relieved. I’m grateful. I was regretful. I’m so, damn blessed.

(I almost died, literally. Watched the heavy glass box of light drop in front of my very eyes. A tinkle, and a mini-explosion. I almost wanted to walk below the space. Something told me not to, so I continued to sit on the sofa.)
(So I didn’t die. I have a blessed, blessed life. This the awakening.)

Such is the fragility of life.

One second here, the next second, maybe gone.

Today feels like the first day I’m living.

(Notice the last 3 photos taken, it’s like a little, little, super little story)

This post I’m sure you’ll understand, I still don’t understand why people don’t understand my posts. =)

Don’t be afraid to dream about the never-ending wind…

The wind was so awesome today. =D I have an affection for the wind and rain. Especially heavy rain that ‘sings’, and the awesome coldness of it.=)

Why didn’t I anticipate about today?

Yesterday’s scenery was good too.

Close friends will definitely be laughing at this post, all about scenery, and this is not even taken during overseas. =D

Revived, exhilarated,

Alive.

P.S. I don’t understand why people are so puzzled/shocked about my ‘death’ on Facebook. I’m quite tired of repeating my reasons too. Does this speak clearly of the increasing necessity for technology controlling our lives? Even it being the dictator? It’s like I’ve done the most atrocious thing ever, like playing sticks and stones in an office probably? Can’t seem to think of any analogy now. =D

I Bled It Out With Colour Pencils, Oil Pastels and Watercolours

(Done @ 01:30am, touched up @ 13:30pm)

>Magnified Version<

Juvenile art? Yes? No?

All I know is, I will live well.

So well.

P.S. Hearts Picturesque album by Chase Coy: “The result is something that I hope will both move and inspire you; something that you can find beauty in, and that will give you hope. I hope that it will restore your faith in love if you've lost it, and most of all, I hope that by listening to it you will learn more about yourself and the world around you.”

i want to

cut my hair out

(People are people,
And sometimes we change our minds.
But its killing me to see you go after all this time.)

(Are you proud? For all my wrecked feelings?)

the distance makes things meaningless- “You are the distance between the way things are and the way I want them to be.”

More than ever, when the distance is physical and figurative

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Haven’t you let go?

Promise you’ll be back

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