this whole tangible business,
flattering with pretty words,
is, perhaps, the mistake I need to reveal my incompetence.

and this incompetence, most alarmingly, fulfils the prophecy my ego has predicted but left unheard.
in an unexpected turn, modesty meets its doom, and ego confronts its sick mirror image.
Ego once again can boast, 'aha, you need me don't you?'

the ones who succeed are probably the mediocre, who ready lies to lead the modest, and the actual work is done by the less ambitious.

but really, who cares?

the most intangible is peace. It is not the tangible confidence of being safe in a shelter that blesses us with peace.
It is the knowledge of the significance of peace after the labour.

these random thoughts, are but a faction of my thoughts residing within revolting brain.

it's weird, how we like to demarcate 'spaces' to what are essentially intangible.


come near me.

Me la dijo adela...

inmeasurable peace, do come announced. i prefer to look for you.


goodbyes are troublesome. Because i hate repetition in real life.

this whole tangible business,
left with little words to express myself,
is perhaps the last thing I need.
let it go.

the wall has been torn down.
march!

peace, peace. when there is no peace.

every man has the potential to create a shape with the ends of our bodies joined to another.

wish me well, when the sunlight fades, the clouds veil and at the instant of my death.