Text and Time

in the blink of the light at the corner of these eyes
i have been waiting…
for a reply
i have been eager
more than an eagle
and i begun to wonder whether waiting was worth it

ohh.. what is it?
what is it that in the blink of the light at the corner of my eye
can get me so anticipated?
that my attention is always back to the gadget for a reply

i dont understand why i cant just call and end this wait
why is it even in my quiet times i meditate?

in the blink of the light at the corner of my eye
i have been waiting…
for a reply
i have been eager
more than an eagle
and i begun to wonder whether waiting was worth it

honey
times more precious than love
cuz this love aint strong enough
i want to see what you would send but perhaps youve already gone
away from me
but you were never with me, during the wait, anyways

i dont understand why i cant just call and end this wait
why is it even in my quiet times i meditate?

 

// the above was the song lyrics of.. up to interpretation
// alright for my frustration in waiting for a reply that I so eager want which is why I wait 😦
// if anyone is reading this let me know how this sounds like
// and how you would interpret it

start and end

a circle has no beginning and no end,
what a nice answer Luna Lovegood gave to the birth and death of a phoenix.

Its been a long while since I typed a blog entry. Here’s a little about me:

I like reading books since it gives me exposure to new ideas, whilst the action of reading makes me feel like I am spending my time meaningfully(which is probably the case).

Provocative thoughts bring not just enrichment to this brain of mine – I hope to not absorb like a sponge but to be more like a grater, to be finely refined and have an opinion of my own, which I already have.

Alas, I am looking for informed opinions, not entitled ones. But I guess both opinions work, just that one would matter more and the other less. I hope this journey with a greater connection with the internet will be fruitful and further open up my world. Gosh, I sound like a country pumpkin and a frog under the well. Broaden up my myopic vision in this city of buildings and limited space with unobstructed view.

love,
lover of shadows and questions