shape without form, shade without colour

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do i dare?
Michaelangelo.
let us go and make our visit
time for you, time for me
click above for a handful of dust

so how should I presume?

If you are a dreamer, come in,
If you are a dreamer, a wisher, a liar,
A hope-er, a pray-er, a magic bean buyer...
If you're a pretender, come sit by my fire
For we have some flax-golden tales to spin.
Come in! Come in!... for where the sidewalk ends. - Shel Silverstein

These fragments I have shored against my ruins. - T.S. Eliot

do i dare...disturb the universe?

ren-ka // alias. karrot,kawun
dob.11.10.

I live in a world where
lobster and corn can be very
good friends.

. email .

i have known the eyes already
songs: Strokes
tvb: dinner at 8
kvariety: nil
kdrama: ryeo
twdrama: love O2O
anime: nil
book: Moveable Feast Ernest Hemingway
website: moonbeard
website: stumble
headache: the boy

about the layout
Credits to magnette from blogskins.com, mods made by me.
Lots of it is inspired by T.S. Eliot's Hollow Men and Love Song of J. Alfred Prufrock.

talking of Michaelangelo.

Friday, February 23, 2007

- wordless // 5:29 am

You know, there's one word in the dictionary that I thought would never happen to me... and now that it will it hit me. Hard. Don't ask. I'll tell you in due time, if you're precious to me. But for now if you see me crying, if you see me unhappy, if you see me... give me a pat on the back... some encouraging words.

Am I asking for sympathy? Yes. I don't want your pity. I just want your sympathy. Is that pathetic? Can you stay with me... just for a little bit, so the silence doesn't "ring in my ears" as Connie would say?

After this post I will be on hiatus for a long while. That's why I want to leave you with a little story that I read in My Sister's Keeper. It's written in the shoes of a very wise and sad 13-year-old. I think if I had thought of this when I was 13, I'd be brilliant. But then again, I suppose she is - her name, is Anna. Here is the story (it's quite long, but beautiful nonetheless):

"If there was a religion of Annaism, and I had to tell you how humans made their way to Earth, it would go like this: in the beginning, there was nothing at all but the moon and the sun. And the moon wanted to come out during the day, but there was something so much brighter that seemed to fill up all those hours. The moon grew hungry, thinner and thinner, until she was just a slice of herself, and her tips were as sharp as a knife. By accident, because that is the way most things happen, she poked a hole in the night and out spilled a million stars, like a fountain of tears.

Horrified, the moon tried to swallow them up. And sometimes this worked, because she got fatter and rounder. But mostly it didnt, because there were just so many. The stars kept coming, until they made the sky so bright that the sun got jealous. He invited the stars to his side of the world, where it was always bright. What he didn't tell them, though, was that in the datime, they'd never be seen. So the stupid ones leaped from the sky to the ground, and they froze under the weight of their own foolishness.

The mood did her best. She carved each of these blocks of sorrow into a man or a woman. She spent the rest of her time watching out so that her other stars wouldn't fall. She spent the rest of her time holding on to whatever scraps she had left."

Beautiful? Jodi Picoult sure knows how to manipulate her prose.

My dad once said to me, "If life were a drive in the car, not every intersection will be a green light... actually during most times, it will be a red light." And now, because it is a red light I need to hiatus.

There are fires to be put out and I am needed.

Here I want to wish the most darling person ever, Sallay kong ju a most happy 19th birthday and year. Please, keep being you. The world with more people like you would... have less fires.

Oh, and of course. Thank you Adalia. I think... words... can't... describe...

Yeah. "Thing".

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