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18 to 29: nothing seems as it seems

it’s 2009 already and every places starting to looks like the same. every face, any kind of taste, all actions man made, all angers, all laughs, all smiles, all that I remember to put through, seems like all the same in the end.

and I must be lie if I tell you that they don’t have their own colors, their own shape, their own taste, their own destiny, somewhere hidden.

it’s reside in full of sincere silent, where even the saddest fallen tears sounds like an angels lullaby, where all the farmers spend their lives working hard at farm and have a nice tea in the end of every evening, praying for a good earth, even after hundreds of years, thousands of warriors died.

it’s shining on each drops of sweat that fallen from my street children’s face, anytime they look up to the sky, hoping to see God, always been that simple, like a freestyle dance in a crowd, where everybody wouldn’t notice but to feel the hard struggling in the air, on every corner.

it’s challenging sun and moon to race their times to unlimited sky, so every angels will meet the demons, arrange the deal, so that any kind of goodness wouldn’t have to burn down with a simple lie. and the demons will have any chance to live among man, but to hurt their loved ones, by simply offering white lies in promises, fatamorgana.

it’s warmly hold the river, which always the only secret path to an endless love, the only treasure man ever search and needs, where all the doors used to closed now widely open, and the guard open their arms to hold man’s fears, will finally able to cope together.

it touches every heart, every skins, where even all the lost souls will shattered through the soft smoke and will finally release the pain inside, and even all the shaking heart eventually meet their strength and continue their journey, with full awareness.

it doesn’t works the same ways, never once, but had always been the only key to every heroes in man’s heart, every answer in every man’s questions, almost nothing to everything, but yet something we can’t deny.

hand in hand, those colors filled the night with so many reasons to patiently wait, under the dark sky, curiously still to understand that every second means so much more. every chance means hope.

..and that hope is you.

yes I know, love spreads it’s bright into thousand and thousand more questions, religion and beliefs seems to look like politics anyway, moms and dads not quit believing that their own enemy is their sons and daughters, and their love is just another investation they made on earth-longing to be paid back someday, man’s having and losing even more, take everything more than a single gift to this earth.

I understand, streets and roads might not as safe as before, art has become consumable products-somehow will die by the other justification, marriage and milk has the same expired date, point of view and subjectivity use more as weapons more than originality.

…wounds everywhere. walk fast going nowhere.

I know. that’s why I hope you will bring your smile up front, never put white flag above your door. be a war if it has to. but that’s what makes you a man, a good one. when you’re standing still, on the truth reveals life to a better more life…

…even when nothing seems as it seems.

I’m with you, my dear.

Friday, January 2, 2009 at 5:58pm

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