life

magenta skies
and gossamer wings.
transparency.
the unseen things.

troubled visage
and twisted brow.
metaphoric.
a mortal now.

broken soul
and futile dreams.
reality.
is what it seems.

fatigue

the silent fear of failure
one does not want to hear
clouded out by the crafty mind
yet like a jabbing pain,
it is all clear.

reality is blatant.
pale existence.

beads of water.
on my cheeks.
a blessing,
a kiss from the sky.
salvation is near.

betrayal.
shattered hopes.
a broken spell,
reality surfaces.

the thread of hope is fear.

stretched limits or some shit like that

Is there a limit? the boundaries of ur existence. capabilities. Is this what i want? is it something that i should look forward to?

time can only tell. the limits of my capabilities hopefully will get me thru. as long as i move forward, and survive ill be ok. i just need to believe that. whatever whoever may say.

The inspiration for the haiku. Changi Civil Service Club 

Grade 8 Trip to Bandarawela (98/99)  

A Sunflower Birthday :) 

At the Banyan Tree, Bintan. 22/01/05