surrounding love boundary.

May you believe in God, and may you also know that God believes in you,

May you have faith in Jesus, and may you also know that Jesus have faith in you that you will become more like him.

Dust, the excess yet the beginning of everything.

My life is satisfying ever since myt soul crawled out from the dark woody plane. Just a narrrow pavement to death, in isolated plane, no friends, no nothing. But through this suffering that love become something more than word to me. It is as if drops of stars twinkling around, the atmosphere, thrilling and speechless. Communicating with the invincible air is my soul, my body statically positioned in that posture, and it is at that moment that I realized my life will undergo a change. To change into a way that not pleasurable to mankind, but joyful to a soul. It is being nourishes, nurtured into a form of unpredictable shape, yet filled with love and peace. I admit I did not reach that status yet, but it is by love that we are shaped into one appriopriate being. Without God, we are dust of emptiness, severe in sin, dirty in thoughts, never will be saved or made.

The metamorphosis does not enable me to be eternal pure or sinless. But into a war that declared as 'the fight of the truth'. Disasters and challenges continue to smack on my face. Yet, never there is a thing that is so heart-touching as the love of God. The speech that carriess all momentum away, the air that we breathe fill with something unknown, when everything comes into one nation and oneness, everything will be restored.

May you be transformed by God's spirit into someone like Jesus.

slave, sex, disease

For those who have the same feeling as we are, as vulnetable, as weak, but not as lucky as we are, tears in my heart seriously fall for you. Due to my ignorant and selfishness, currently, I am in no way of helping you all, but through prayer only. Your life is in a way that I personally can't comprehend due to the reason that I have been living in this Palace since I was born. I no longer able to differentiate black and white, there is no such colour that fill the empty space of my mind, all I know is red, blue, yellow...

I felt seriously devastating for those who suffer innocently in agonizing condition to an extent that is unpredictable by human like me. The spirit in you ignite with no flaw, yet the suppresing surrounding contract it into just a tiny candle flame. May the flame continue to combust that one day, it will be the light unto those unlucky ones and to be used in saving you nation.

Urban falling, rural burning,

This world turns in unpredictable manner,

Writers had done their job, by writing the last word,

with the blood shed during the cold war,

peace, my friend had turn into stranger,

walking to a far far land,

every pace he left on the snow, is a burning hope for our nation,

yet the trace will be covered,

and that has end all the light in this land.

All been thrown away,

clothes, money, relationships,

ran deep into the valley or the wood,

a life waiting us there.

when it is raining,

water drip in the leaves,

into our mouths, the scent,

I have known before.

It is the born again nature,

where frustration no longer haunt us.

Bathing in the cold and colourless water,

perhaps our skin will melt like candle,

our spirit ran like a plane,

our eyes have dreams like bird,

no longer hummingbird.

up the hill, the green mountain.

Haze of uncertainty covered the isle. Looking from the sky, it seems like a lost land. A lost land , yet with dignity, a green mountain stood somewhere in it, reaching for the tip of the sky, outreach to the universe.

When does that fresh flow of air came through our mind, that makes us space out for just some time, believing that this world is a wonderland. Lewis Caroll left us, but Alice never did, perhaps the naive figure will never leave the artistic and creative imagination. The darkness rooted in the figure is devastating. The hunted artist left us a imagination that will satisfies our offspring. Happiness does not bore this wonderful, but insanity does. The wonderful that hunts everyone since young, yet taking as a beautiful dream rather than a nightmare of wandering in the 'black' castle.

There is this sense of nature living inside us that is laying the eggs. Undiscovered will lead to migraine. Complaints filled with boredom is just a way to show darkness, or to cover some part of the light. Perhaps there is a day to go naked on the floor of grass, listening to the heartbeats of the earth. Running around the field, sun shinning on our bodily flesh, all animals speaks in their voices, and that makes this world a better and original place. A disastrous and depressing city, we have brought ourselves into. It is born to this earth, together with us, from the womb, fresh and naturally.

Where is the green with freshness and yet never fade? Will it possess the eternity of not decaying with a tender smell, reminding us of the peaceful vast land filled with hope that we once acknowledge. It is deep in our mind and yet we never bring it out to redefine our life according to it. We are too bust to be true, we live in virtually messy life, we don't have time to live, to breath, to sing, to love, to inspire, to be fresh, to be born. . . In the end, darkness came crawling to swifting with regret.

peace,

identification of the air and spirit and soul.

its 4.55 p.m., sun and moon seems to articulate in an orderly manner. Inaudible words penetrating through air, searching for another seems-to-be miracle. Yet, we are all standing on miracles, creations, which is kind-of anonymous to most of us. This land, created for purpose, these men, created for mission, our God brings all things together into one sheet, malleable and too miraculous to be true.

Sun, shine as long vibrant as you could.

Moon, be as cool as you could.

For time does not long. There is downfall here. My very 'here'.

Sunday, all living things seem to last for a very long period to day. Green is green to its fullest. Crowded place, I did not inspect.