Feet Under Water

I see your laughter I hear your mirth I listen to your sadness I see your sorrows I hear your struggles I listen to your beautiful confessions I see your pain I hear your frustrations I listen to the footsteps of your anger I see your love I hear your forgiveness I listen to your unwavering faith I see you I hear you I listen to you

It's official. Moonsoon season settings itself in. . Water drops. One. Three. Six. And then it pours. Yes. I am drenched. Diluted acidic smell filled my nostrils. I used to like rain. I dont know. I think I still do. Sometimes. Depending on my geographic locations. Or whether or not I am walking with important soluble documents in my hands. Its not as dark as the the streets of Wellington anymore, now that I am back in the tropics. Less wind, too. It is still very blue, nonetheless. Oh yes. There goes the thunder.

Enough said.

today is about how other people work. what they see, what they like. browsing the craft of others always somehow inspire me to try attempt my own in a different perspective. its good practice.

Do I go? Do I stay? I keep running in circles. Do I go? Do I stay? S.O.S

What keeps me in bed these days: * A game of Frozen bubbles (eventhough I lose * Iced Chocolate /Iced Coffee straight off the oven top courtesy of SquareHead Mc Windy A lady with a lot achille's heel...