I Am So Lost

zeminith,
at the zenith,
where none can reach.
Wondering Wanderer


What will your reflection think?
Who’s imitating who?
Who’s emulating who?
The Dark and The Light.

krad and light(zem)
z=x


They Found Me


commune


Chapters of my life

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Wednesday, March 19, 2008

Only a child, unshackled by the reality he has yet to see, could still freely dream.

Cradle of Creativity.

Innocence is beautiful only because our eyes have been corrupted by the reality of the world.

In the innocence of childhood, she has her greatest companion in the teddy bear.

A confidant, who will patiently listen to everything she has to say and empathize perfectly with her.

Hugging it makes her feel better immediately, dispelling pain and sorrow. Its presence banishes nightmares.

In time, as the magic is lost, the companion becomes just a soft toy; and dies.

In the innocence of childhood, everyone, everything is good…

A new classmate is simply a new playmate and eventually a friend.

Then reality comes along and shows us a bad guy. Maybe because one have been hurt before or fear to become hurt.

Then reality came along and gave us his sunglasses.

When the magic is strong,

The worst sorrows and pain of the world is dispelled with an ice cream or chocolates.

The worst problems eliminated with encouragement and determination.

As the magic leaks, one discover that there are really mountains too high to climb, that there are sorrows and pain so suffocating,

In the innocence of childhood, things are simple and pure.

Gratitude, care, concern all are heartfelt

Emotions are untainted: Happy and Sad.

Then the world taught them jealousy, malice, anger, hypocrisy, fear, and many others…

In the innocence of childhood, all stories are fairy tales, happy endings await (=

As the shell shatters, the magic leaks…

Ask a child what he desires and it could be something small, simple and universal, happiness, love.

Ask an adult what he desires and it could be a multitude of things that the world showed him, delusions and all…

In the end both wants and needs the same things, one gets it, the other don’t.

Cherish your inner child. Keep it somewhere safe against the ravages of reality. As it lives on, it will shine and brighten up the world. Even as reality seeks to bombards you, the inner child will rejuvenate you.

Flickering about and lighting up lives, till the day when reality finally bask in its light.


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