Sunday, May 29


Dreams of falling endlessly prey on his mind. They call for his existence, his warm blood. He wakes covered in his own sweat, his pillow wet with tears, and wonders if he should succumb to his subconscious and perish. For there is darkness in both worlds; un-living in both worlds. What separates life and death from one another when one feels dead while alive? Life is death, he thinks. Perhaps this means death is life, is sun-filled, is hope. Or death is death, life is death, and we merely pretend to live in 'life' and death is the time we can just let go and be. But why do flowers grow in spring, why are babies created if life is not really life? He scratches the whiskers on his chin and sighs. He will live, whatever and wherever that is, and pretend he is happy, pretend that he does not dream of death, and mimic what they do.



photo by paul phung

18 comments:

Anonymous said...

i always love your post!

tasha faye said...

sweet melancholy and strange beauty. <3

Something you've misplaced. said...

Oh, this is by far my favorite of all your writings so far! I love love love this so very much!!

I'm studying a bachelor of arts majoring in media and co-majoring in communications. But what i really want to do is just write. :)

x

Kaleidoscope Girl said...

I LOVE THIS SO MUCH! You captivated me from the beginning. The last line is my favourite.

Inês Durão said...

this is beautiful!

minna said...

This is hauntingly wonderful. I could read it over and over. x

Valmai said...

<3 oh dear...

Anonymous said...

Goodness, he has such deep and interesting thoughts. And so do you, come to think of it. (Ps, the photo is beautiful and perfect for this piece of writing.) xxxxxx

Anonymous said...

haunting. beautiful.
i'm flown away, darling.

Something you've misplaced. said...

The worst feeling is being unsure whether you're in the right degree or not.
I've always considered journalism, and then i studied a semester of it, and it's just not me, i knew i wouldn't be happy there. So i'm now considering lifestyle or fashion magazines, or cinematography.

I'm definitely going to start writing more and seeing if that takes me anywhere.
You're extremely talented, writing will take you somewhere.

Something you've misplaced. said...

Ahah, yeah probably best to ask a career adviser, but they're so hard to find! Don't think my uni has one.

I'm not really sure if you need to have a journalism degree to write for a magazine. I mean, i worked at a tv station for a year, and the best thing i learnt there was the media industry is very unified when it comes to jobs. People jump from one medium to another all the time.

So i'm hoping my broad media degree gets me anywhere. And my theory is, if you want something bad enough, and really try, you will end up getting it.

x

brooklyn. said...

You are my favorite(:

xoxo

Jada said...

Wow, beautiful words! I looked at Paul's flickr, and his photographs are stunning!

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kerrod said...

do you know how great this is?
I always treasure your poetry.

Xx

Unknown said...

Wow. You are among the best. I can say no more than that. x

Briana Teresa said...

So beautiful!! Eerie yet breathtaking. Has a sense of peaceful stillness but not stale at all. Great work :)

Hila said...

oh beautiful and evocative!

thank you so much for your thoughtful comment on my blog, it means a lot to me.

Alice Tollbring said...

amazing! you should write a book. i will buy it!