Human Again?!

I felt almost human again after tidied my room up. Previously I looked as if I’d fallen down the plughole and befuddled by the filthy awful mess in my room.

The window was wide open and the breeze rushed through my head. It really felt as though it was eliminating all the sulks. It was a hard slog – tidied and polished, vacuumed and plumped, washed, sprayed air freshener in the room…but it's worth my while :-)

A Flower In The Snow

I saw a flower, out in the snow,
From whence did it come; why does it grow,
It's color so bright, it's petals so grand,
What does it mean, wish I could understand,
Not one other living thing around it, as it grows on the hill,
I sit huddled and watching it, as the wind blows still,
Admiring its beauty, as it stands alone in a sea of white,
Wish I could stay longer, but it's turning night,
Do I dare to pluck it, or just leave it alone,
I left and returned in the morning, but the flower was gone,
Not even a footprint left, where I'd viewed it there,
I stood looking without expression, just a blank stare,
At where it stood so serenely, showing the beauty I saw,
This perfect flower, without a single flaw,
No snow had fallen, but somehow in the night,
This flower from heaven, had taken flight,
I cherish the vision, that's imprinted in my mind,
And hope for the day, another flower I'll find,
Growing all alone on some hill in the snow,
Where I know it's impossible for such a flower to grow,
For this time I'd dig it, give it my love and care,
And forever have the flower, for my life to share.

The Road Not Taken

TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;

Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,

And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.

I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.



【Robert Frost (1874–1963)】

Reflections

In the tiny shards of glass,
the broken minor of my past,
I see peace and love of life,
opposing death and pain,
and in this spread before my eyes,
I begin to realize,
that death is but a part of life,
and part of life is pain.

Billie's Blue

Thursday morning: in-and-out. When I looked upon the heavens, it’s a powdery blue sky – the colour of a hymnal.

Unfortunately, the routine hasn’t turned out exactly as I hoped it would. I found myself immobile for hours in the room, reliving things that are far beyond…

Ageism

Growing older becomes something I wanted desperately to accomplish rather than merely a dreaded inevitability. How presumptuous I am never to consider growing older as an achievement and a challenge.

However, ageing is something I wanted so much to avoid!

Too Good To Miss

I couldn't remember the last time I had felt truly happy, when somebody or something caused me to laugh so hard 'til my stomach pained and my jaw ached. I miss going to bed at night with absolutely nothing on my mind; I missed enjoying eating food of it becoming something I had to endure in order to stay alive, I hated feeling that I had no reason to wake up. I missed enjoying watching my favourite television programmes instead of it being something I would stare blankly at to pass the hours. I hated the feeling of having no excitement to look forward to. I hated counting down the days, and I hated to think of what my life might be without a spark of enthusiasm.

Memories were fine but I couldn't touch, smell or even hold them. They were never exactly as the moment was, and they faded with time.