Figure Drawing

Subdued hesitation and a hint of possibilities

Colours

It is recognised that brightly coloured snakes are deadly poisonous
Everything avoids them, fearful of their venom
What if they are brightly coloured but harmless?
What if they are poisonous but dull in colours?
Perhaps they need both

Love

I decide to become a romantic of late
To believe that it will come if it should
Stay if it is meant to be

Flows and momentum
Rhythm with a pinch of instinct
The primary doer
And a secondary thinker

Today

I confess. I enjoy writing in puzzles and conflicting images because I can have no idea of what I am writing when I am at it, and derive a whole world of meaning from it. This way of composing and looking at my own compositions as though I am outside myself gives me a sense of subdued excitement, and a new way of understanding my own thoughts as if a scientist is examining a specimen with his array of precise instruments while being a little mistaken about it being a perfectly objective observation for such a thing really does not exist. Oh well, you get what I mean.

Today, I decide to let myself go, you know, to loosen my tightly clenched fists, not to let my excitement killed by the possibility of failure or looking like a fool. Basically not to care so much about being right or wrong and be happy. It would not be hard I guess, perhaps just the sort of thing that comes when it is truly welcomed.

微微的风

反正湿透了，又何必在乎雨下的不停。夜的狂欢，不记得白天的疲惫。我敲着门，回应的只是敲门的声音。可悲的，是我快乐的愚昧。

Memento

Sweetly, the guitar plucks to reveal the song it is made to play. There is nothing but stillness, seeping through the cracks in my walls. I died a little, and death spreads but who knows till when? Each sound, each tone nudges the bruises in harmony. And the pain becomes part of me.

A Composition

Roasted leaves above the shimmers -
The smell of plant and its burning flesh