solar/lunar

today, i will think about the sun & the moon;

the rising of one, the setting of the other

the beaming of one, fading of the other.

today i won't think about the sun & the moon;

about the warmth of one & the chill of the other,

the certainty of one & the mystery of the other.

today i will be blinded by one & seduced by the other,

honest with one, lie to the other

busk in the sheer sureness of one, 

chase the shifty shapes of the other.

my everlasting, your everchanging,

eclipsed forever.

gargoyle

What happens when you realise that when your feet touch the grounds of Utopia, it won't vaporise?
You have 2 weeks to pack your stuff and head on a one way ticket to paradise; take only the sentimental things.


I want to take you: to put you in a 60 by 50 by 60 box (that's the largest they've got here).
But you're too dense and too heavy.
And it says 'no winged creatures allowed'.
Your feet start to grow roots and drill deep into the concrete, your face pales as mine lights up.
'Paradise does not exist' says you.
And my heart disperses into an intense thunderstorm, leaving you and your wings drenched, unmoving.

dust

You are the ocean I'm drowning in,
the sky from which I fall.
I ride on your waves of heated passion,
on your clouds of tenderness
I lose all.
I lose all
to your leaves of golden tunes of pleasure
your moonbeam eyes that strip me bare
your thirsty blood lips from which you devour
to the field of poppies in your hair.
I am the dust that sinks to your bedroom floor.
I lose all.

inspiration

There aren't many things that inspire me.
I'm still trying to expand my inspiration list.

But, without a doubt, 上海 has never failed to top it.

I guess I've been asked, by those who are intrigued by how my eyes light up just talking about her,

why I love her so much. My standard answers would be her quaint yet modern façade,

her elegant, edgy persona, how she manages to spring surprises at you from her 弄堂's…

Truth be told, I don’t know.
A large part of me suspects it was another her I associate 上海 with.

The last time I went to back to 上海, I fell in love again.

writer's block

Writer's block is a condition... in which an author loses the ability to produce new work.

I thought, at first, it was the hindrance to express due to the parties that might be reading from the previous blog address. So i moved. But wordpress just does not agree with me when it comes to writing. So i moved back. 

Writer's block may have many causes. Some are essentially creative problems...Other blocks, especially the more serious kind, may be produced by adverse circumstances in a writer's life or career: physical illness, depression, the end of a relationship, financial pressures, a sense of failure. The pressure to produce work ...

some "blocked" writers have been unable to work for years on end, and some have even abandoned their careers...

I haven't even embarked on my career in writing. Let's wish for a new start.