> a thin veil between memory and intent
... had wanted to dedicate this entry with what had happened with my studio shoot; over the weekend past ... but strangely enough, there was this strong sense of deja-vu hanging over the air ... a wall-of-mistied-clouds barring my vision of the setting sun ... t'was as if i already had ranted-on about this a while back and that the content would basically be exactly the same, whatever it was/will be ... the memory still fresh in the air, i could even taste it ... but it fades like a formless phantom wisp and my mind tastes nothing again ...
this feeling fascinates me. this sense of perpetual deja-vu ... this suspension in timelines and thoughts, the blurred border between recall and creation ... or are we given a teaser-glimpse of a probable future? or a memory from a lifetime ago? or is our mind playing us for fools? i wish i could one day encapsulate alla these feelings onto visuals, still or moving (which of coz i will evetually) ... but for now, i have to contend with a warped vision; warped ... which ain't exactly a good thing, ya know? where intent had given way to reality ...
and now, as i click on the "new post" button, my words (initial ones anyways) seemed to have left me ... which i suppose is a good thing, for i might have just whined on-and-on about the shortfalls and fcuk-ups that had transpired ... but instead maybe i should just let the pictures do the talking instead?
my flicker set here
these pix were snapped from my own camera, and not of the actual photographer's ... but then again sometimes im more interested in what people dun really see anyways ...
the thin veil between truth and hypocrisy lies motionless utop the face of a dead girl stained with tears of pain and regret streaming down her cold cold cheeks warming up the hands of her beloved who cups her face in love and despair humming a shared song of love and sorrow echoed in the dimmed light burning out within thy chest cavity where once was a burning heart of iron and steel now liquified and bubbling over with foam of red and amber ...
i know not what alla that meant, but t'was what came out of me head at 420am, on a wednesday morning as i am again caught in the limbo of day and night, truth and light, a twisted timeclock so beautiful it is too wretched to look at ... and i can do naught but shackle my tongue for sanity's sake and with new hopes wrapped in humility, i pray thee peace upon thy souless whisper
sleep deprivation does wonders for a tired man, i surmise ... and my week officially just started with this babble ...
welcome to my mindfcuk. heh :)
this feeling fascinates me. this sense of perpetual deja-vu ... this suspension in timelines and thoughts, the blurred border between recall and creation ... or are we given a teaser-glimpse of a probable future? or a memory from a lifetime ago? or is our mind playing us for fools? i wish i could one day encapsulate alla these feelings onto visuals, still or moving (which of coz i will evetually) ... but for now, i have to contend with a warped vision; warped ... which ain't exactly a good thing, ya know? where intent had given way to reality ...
and now, as i click on the "new post" button, my words (initial ones anyways) seemed to have left me ... which i suppose is a good thing, for i might have just whined on-and-on about the shortfalls and fcuk-ups that had transpired ... but instead maybe i should just let the pictures do the talking instead?
my flicker set herethese pix were snapped from my own camera, and not of the actual photographer's ... but then again sometimes im more interested in what people dun really see anyways ...
the thin veil between truth and hypocrisy lies motionless utop the face of a dead girl stained with tears of pain and regret streaming down her cold cold cheeks warming up the hands of her beloved who cups her face in love and despair humming a shared song of love and sorrow echoed in the dimmed light burning out within thy chest cavity where once was a burning heart of iron and steel now liquified and bubbling over with foam of red and amber ...
i know not what alla that meant, but t'was what came out of me head at 420am, on a wednesday morning as i am again caught in the limbo of day and night, truth and light, a twisted timeclock so beautiful it is too wretched to look at ... and i can do naught but shackle my tongue for sanity's sake and with new hopes wrapped in humility, i pray thee peace upon thy souless whisper
sleep deprivation does wonders for a tired man, i surmise ... and my week officially just started with this babble ...
welcome to my mindfcuk. heh :)
