" flower in winter
soon to wither
a life in stone
to see it in bloom
whither do we bemoan?
sleep well april showers,
if ever in winter december
the snow's beauty veiled by cold.
do not mind the unmoving white
tip it over, let it fall once more "
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Sunday, April 18, 2004
random thoughts found in camp
typing an entry in camp seem somewhat strange to me at this
point of time. but i love the feeling of detachment and peace
that only this kind of environment can provide; a world so alien
under the cover of velvet. i hate to be alone in a crowd, but
adore i do the solitude when im by myself, especially in the night.
i think i know the reason why, but it's more apt for it to be left
behind in the twilight. not much other thoughts at the moment.
Signing Off
Location: a room of my own away from home
in a deceivingly cozy camp in tuas
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