Tranquility. The rain rustles as the wind howls, in a symphony. A chill sweeps the air, humidity evaporates. Indoor I am, inevitably. Thereby, my plan for a run in the Bukit Timah Nature Reserve had been washed away.
The last few days had been spent in the library, reading, writing. Intermittently, blog entries would flash past. Though, this space remained empty. I am currently editing my book review, and had written a few diary entries in my little black book:
I build my own nest - without eggs, without mate. Free the wind to hide my fear; feel my feathers flutter. The sky is my home, my heart. The rain, my tears; your words, your songs.
- 2 Jun 2008
Why does life have to come to this? Lying, scandalising, deceiving. Mostly to ourselves. To add more brightness? To drive away the fearful darkness, the emptiness? There is nothing admirable or glorious about life; all about pleasures of the flesh and gratification of desires.
- 3 Jun 2008
It seems to me my hand-written journal is rather raw, unpolished. Yet, there is something evocative, whimsical and a certain vexation. The book review will have to wait while I ponder over this.
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Life.. Sigh..
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