Exploding/Imploding sky!
the subtle expanding twilight canvas,
a fading and welcoming transitory moment
receding and proceeding
with nostalgia of things gone and came back
with mysteries of things forecoming
a treasure of peace and chaos,
I feel stationary
flying by standing still
indeed, this is such an oxymoron
if only that is ever possible.
The impossible continues to intrigue me, the vague grasp of it's mysterious quality.
the substance of non-substance,
the materiality of the non-material.
If only I understood the meaning of meanings.
but is it always a sensous experience?
why can't it for once be an entirely simple moment,
that instanteanous tug of love
that moves even the most stubborn of hearts.
i can't ever describe it.

don't believe all will be well. don't believe all will not be well. don't believe.
just think twilight, when moments are always transitory, flux.
it's always easy to imagine, to desire or to do as you were told.
but what is more real is the suspension of every learnt, taught, told, thought,
and allow that absurdity of the moment to move you.
move you to move not mountains, but those little small steps of confidence.
It wasn't about the waters Peter was told to walk on,
It wasn't about the cock that he had to prevent from crowing;
It was always about the moment that made him realised his grave mistakes.

when you're told to do something you can't do, it's only because you are meant to learn something about your failure.

hence, I enjoy (rather sickly) those moments of twilights,
when a false move is looming at the background,
when a mistake is inevitable,
but always, the point is to come good at the very end.
the very end...how foreign a concept!

being faithful is never about the end.


i am thankful for my new camera, which captures those moments so well.