I listen to the beauty of the World.
Because World is not meant to be seen.
Seeing is disbelieving.
I listen to every story of the World.
Because I believe,
There's story behind every creation of God.
Look at the clouds hidden behind the lush green canopy!
Look at the pedestrians crossing the road!
Look at friends sitting silently beside me!
I know I'm not alone once I learn how to listen.
I am....
- Sihan
- A melancholy writer. My language is crooked and my voice is blatantly piercing. Though I love irony and satire, I can never be a good writer. When I realize my I'm not capable to capture soul in my story and freeze the marching of the story, I know I'm destined to be a mediocre writer. Maybe people will recognize me by style, but is style my flaw? Does style highlight flaw that I wish to conceal? I'm more confused in the mayhem realm of my naive hallucination now. Can I free myself? Not by writing i reckon because who wants to listen to a blurred voice, reads an ambiguous story and visit a hapless bedlam where joy is devoid?
3 comments:
hello, si han... how's life there?
good....
you???
true true
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