come disconnect the dots

Snap the strings, or untie the knots. Slip into your favourite suit, and twirl. Make a little dance, and feel good. Pause for a while, and get lost in reverie. Laugh till your face creases, don't just smile. Everything is fine now, all is well.

"Is it really?" she asked.

"Yeah..." he paused shortly, focused on pushing all foreboding thoughts aside. "Yes, yes it is." he continued quietly, assuringly.

blink blink bulbs

means He is telling you something. Sometimes I wonder at myself in disbelief. Confounding thoughts bring you to a tunnel, divided into many many routes, and one single route opens up into more paths. Yet sometimes we like to tunnel ourselves in, because coming out of it means entering the open brightness, and entering the open brightness means the glaring sunlight will expose you. And the aftermath will leave you bare. Bareness isn't something that we humans like to deal with.

The thought of going down the road, with no return, frightens me.

ramli keeping it old school

How does it feels like?

I hate to go where she can't follow.

It's hard to be the one who stays.

A jab that leaves you aware, so painfully, that awareness leads you to numbness. I mean, who are you kidding but yourself?

Minds are the worst manipulator, twisting things into non-existent molecules. Some just vanishes. Some accumulates in the nooks of your brain, forming their own whole different set of Organization Manipulation. Yet, it is actually that simple at times- take it as it is. Accept the idea of literal. Then again, those minds are yours.

As the world continues spinning, define to me .

honeysuckle

"Must think carefully".
Yes, think think think. But, thinking can never be enough, thinking can never be guaranteed, thinking might not even lead you to the right path no matter how the tedium of thinking be, can it?
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Aching muscle=penguinwalk.
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Today I was "Laura" momentarily. And it was amusing.

so long, void

As I extricate myself from the vortex, I seek to find peace. And peace is found with God.
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Grace, grace broke the rules.
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Human minds are complicated. It is from these minds that the most ingenious creation is created, and the most heinous crimes are carried out.
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Strangely, I don't feel as excited now.
Adaptation.
Chameleonity. (in a good way)

Freedom in Him.
It all comes back to Him.

lightly

Has it ever occurred to you? The person you had just walked past at the subway, the person you had just walked past at the bus station, the newspaper stand, the mall, the coffee shop, the crowded streets; the mere public, might just turn out to be related to you in some way or another in the future. The irony and the drama, that we are intertwined, somehow. A friend of a friend of another friend's friend. A former classmate who's the friend of your friend's cousin's friend's sister. An unknown stranger that will be a part of your future. Arrows dragged like in Paint, to form a connection. But what if the arrows weren't dragged? Won't we be random people playing random parts in each other's lives? And stay strangers until the very end.

poppies in April

April says, " I am going to be here for awhile, and you had better like me."

I don't know April.

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If I could press 'Delete', and not know.

tonight

This is the night. Maundy Thursday. This was the night, Jesus, King of kings, Son of God, washed the feet of his disciples. This was the night, Judas Iscariot carried out his plans, and Jesus knew, it is not that he didn't. He knew everything, you, me, how we're gonna be in 30 years time, 40, 50 ...

"He was despised, and we did not care. Yet, it was our weaknesses he carried; it was our sorrows that weighed him down-

But he was pierced for our rebellion, crushed for our sins. He was beaten so we could be whole. He was whipped so we could be healed-

He had done no wrong, and had never deceived anyone."

-some verses from Isaiah 53

This, is agape love.
This, is sacrifice, salvation.
This, isn't your " b@ybee, i WiL luv you 4eV@! muAAxxX!".
This, means everything to me.

This, was not what I deserved, but, yet.

move your face muscle upwards, and outwards

HAHAHHAHAHAHAHHAHAHAHHAHAHA. HAHAHAHA!
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I like how some blends can turn out seamlessly. I wish, in all my human understanding and limited mind, for that, for us. Tell me it isn't wrong.
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It's always the night time, the gloomy sky, the solitude that makes people beremo. I can't help it, I've said it countless times- I want to go back.

I want to go back, I want to retrace my steps from here, I want to just go to school groggily every morning, wearing the plain uniform, not thinking over what to wear, going to classroom, soaking in the familiarity, gossiping in class with my bestest, doing silly amusing things (VERY amusing), going to youth meetings every Sat, worrying about nothing ( of course there were spm tension and all, but no, there weren't the need to worry about what to eat for meals later, should I hand-wash this bucket of dirty laundry or use the washing machine, should I have take-outs later or eat with the company of no one, should I do this, should I do that?), and the list just goes onnn and onn, there is no full stop.

Oh Peter Pan, can I join the Lost Boys too?

shape shifter

You know it isn't normal when you keep seeing things. I don't mean it in the supernatural context, but rather, in seeing words or pictures morph before your eyes.

I could look at the word family and see the word fascinate, and never understand the sentence (because mostly the sentence won't make sense) until I blink.

I could look at the word smooth and suddenly I see another word tangible out of nowhere, and never understand the sentence until I blink.

I could look at a normal picture and see at that instant something else that gives me shock, or shivers, or sometimes a strange warm feeling, and blink, only then will I see the original picture, minus all the blocks or extra substances made up in my mind. This gives me relief sometimes, but mostly I wonder where did they go, and can't help wanting them to come back.

Pry

To find new pieces, and articles, is an adventure, whether inadvertently or on purpose. Old to the world, new to the self. The gushing of foreign aroma, the unfamiliar style, the arrival of Excitement. Stranger to me, yet there is a little something that guides viscerally, relativity and all. Putting in your own imagination, tailoring and adjusting to your likings. Elusive, and better stayed that way because uncovering might not be easy.