Words of a lost language

Sunday, December 11, 2005

First Impr•ison

When we lay an eye on something for the first time, Millions of beams tend to hit us from that subject. Those signals subsequently converge to a point yielding a rough idea on the matter. Some people consider that piece of information as the tip of the iceberg while others draw a conclusion as quick as a flash.

Self Questionnaire;

Do we care much about how impressive our first look appeal?
How to make the first impression a plausible winning card?
Does it have to do with the first sight or the internal insight?

A favorable quote comprehend that the eyes look whilst the brain sees.

Thursday, June 16, 2005

In·So·Mania

Making it up through the night fully energetic without a cup of coffee on the side made me wonder. The function which is almost lost is already rechargable and on a clear green sign. Eyes are wide open, yawning is never a case and above all comes the series of thoughts & upcoming ideas to be transformed once the dwan hints are in the air.

Self-Questionnaire;

Could the night be a source of production?
Can the inspiration garment substitute the ordinary night wear?
Does a cave of darkness enlight the way to unpredictable ideas?

Calling the night over is not always the right choice.

Tuesday, April 05, 2005

When chances fade

Sentimental Sunlight

Opportunities come and go, even if we were unaware of the fact that they exist.
They rather live between us, served on a plate of gold. It might be evidently in our sight but our hands are held tight to grip an easy catch.

Current status shows that humanity Indulges in daft dilemmas that await self-restoration. Each moment has a hypnotic state with all the imaginary characters that act effeciently but shortfall in souls.


Self Questionnaire;

How many times we have to run after lost chances?
Can we declare that the world is based upon undefined moments?
Are we willing to take a chance or just pass it along awaiting a better profit?

A frantic state is missing with all sorts of enjoyment and frustration.

Tuesday, March 08, 2005

Moving towards a definition

Out After a Rout

In search for a strong motivation.
A courageous step that will take me to a better rank.
All available choices are applicable yet restraining.
Should I take the risk and possess the new me?
Or I'd better stick to whom I am and live with it.

Taking a second glance of the existing circumstances made the determination so unpredictable.

People modify themselves in different aspects. This may include look, hair, personality, career, you name it. But how much satisfied do we get?

Do we tend to miss our old face, or we think the new identity goes along with the current era.



Self-Questionnaire;
How much change do we have to take to be in ease?
Could an eventual change stick with us for good?
Should one's new identity affect others to elicit a change?

Now, tomorrow is all waiting, for the mask to be uncovered.

Friday, February 25, 2005

A conflict within

Internal Quarrel

Here I am, all on my own, Desperate, Blue, and empty hearted.
Limping, walking unsupported, and overtly confused.
Appeared as another shocked, mysterious, unspoken identity.
So much left behind, so much to think over, thoughts unrested, racing in circuit, undefined, titled-unknown- & running free.



Self-Questionnaire;
Do I know me?
What sort of identity do we possess?
Are we glazed from the outside to mislead others?

Action, Ideas & Expression, all of the sum yields a being in scope.

Saturday, February 19, 2005

Speed down the pace

Against Gravity Rule

The action and motion of daily life created this full figure that did not leave any hollow spot within. Rushing through time, speeding up the rhythm, committing flaws upon movement all of this and that built up blocks of fragile concrete. A picture not visible to the naked eye but only a focused mind look will eventually reveal the weakness.



Self-Questionnaire;
Is there a place to park?
Do we rest our minds from the daily activities?
Does a moment of solitude is missing or it was overused that it turns out to be some vintage act?

Let time only defines momental rest stations as humanity is over busy to suspense.

Monday, February 14, 2005

Its never too late

Thoughts always ran free in my mind in regards to personal diaries. Does anyone need a private hub in where all emotions can be expressed technically? Not necessarily dealing with someone's passionate for daily matters but also taking something more into concern in terms of reality events and what ever comes along.

For always, I ve been a regular customer for e-journals. I could sought after certain ones than the others but it all depends on the site of attraction. I am mostly inspired by photographs and if they yielded a point that is well presenting the overall status or the theme of the entry then my comments see its way through.

Let it be a start for me, I shall take all the measures to make it simple yet creative.