I hadn't planned on posting these pictures on my Blog when I took them. Nonetheless, I need to keep up with the pace I've aimed at. Good enough, innit? Well, atleast I hope so. We are a generation that has grown up with "perfection" stuffed down our throats. But there are some who embrace imperfection. We falter. There lies the beauty. I guess everyone wears a mask.
Here's something really interesting for those of you who are interested. A creative collaborated piece that juxtaposes the light and dark. Life's good either way. :)
Come for a - Come,
walk with me, a talk with - have a
me, in the light with me. Leave - talk with
the night right behind, be brightened - me and walk
and heightened, stop being frightened and - with me, in the
relax those tightened muscles. Smile while we - pitch black, see
while away the time, a mile away from the grime of - the shadows that
the shadows, the throws of darkness. The sun will - stick heavy to the
power our hours of clear vision, no fear for collisions - shallows. Sunlight
from indecision in the hazy fog of night. We can write, - has nothing to excite,
we can write on a bright sheet of white paper as the sun - it’s all just a slight of
illuminates reflected light right into our sight so our - hand, bland and carefully
words burn into our eyes from the page for what seems - planned. Close those eyes
an age, a constant memory lurking from the pleasure - and take a step, feel the depth
of working in the warmth of a beautiful day. We can - and draw a deep breath, living for
see each other’s eyes across a room, across a - real is now close in toe, closing off
field of blooms with little zoom; colours - sight, your other senses begin to grow and
vivid compared to the livid - swell, bringing with them the need to quell the
gloom of evening’s tombs. - overwhelming reach of one, glowing orb named the Sun.
When the sun goes down - We can find the Moon and you can croon and I will swoon,
we will not frown and - soon everything will adjust, we’ll sift through midnight’s
lounge in the dark, - dust, calm and swift, touching stars with our fading scars.
we will scrounge - Nothing catches up like the sun, so we’ll run to foreign lands
to spark a lamp - and make strands of cloth from the Milky Way’s broth,
and revamp the - doing as we wish while others sleep, caught in the deep
rejuvenating - confusion of dreams, while we live and burst at the
illumination. - seams, dancing through the black of night hoping
Light of man - the light, never etches, into our sight. Our
holds no - play and stay, close to miles stretched out,
candle to - on the soles of our souls, creating black
the flame - holes where insecurity was found.
of nature - Now, we’re just hounds,
but any - stalking through
light - ink,
feels - let
secure, - us
demure - slink
compared - and
to the lure - be
of the frightful - crowned,
black - people
from a lack of - of
shining - the
rays. - night.
I - I
have - have
one - a transgression,
small - an immediate
concession - impression
for - of
light - dark nights;
recession, - I
I - find
would - my
rather - smile
you - only
not - reaches
see - out,
me - in
in - the
moments - absence
of - of
depression. - light.
A beautiful song for all you lovely readers.
Love, Goofy Goober.
