It's All Too Apt.
Sometimes, when you get lost in the crowd, the sense of lonliness deepens. And echoes in the depths of your heart with so much resonance.
Watching the people that pass you by. The ones smiling, holding hands, the ones giving out flyers, walking their dogs, sobbing, silent. So many emotions, bundled and entwined into one within a bustling street. I get lost in their faces, into their lives, and their joys and hurts. And I forget about mine for awhile.
I exchange smiles with some of them. Genuine smiles. Smiles without any obligations or pain or hurt behind it. And both of us look into each other's worlds for that instance. Those few seconds, or milliseconds, we both understood one another.
I know I am a dreamer. Do I not know I am a dreamer?
That's why I always am afraid that people judge me.
Please don't tell me to move on with my life, and that I'm not doing anything eventful.
Cause I don't believe in packing my schedule up with stuff and stuff and still feel meaningless after all of it.
I rather sit down one whole day with myself, and talk to God.
I don't know if I'm matured, or not. But I pray that I am. I pray for wisdom and maturity. Because now do I realise how much that is needed in everything.
That's not too complicated is it? Does it make me a complicated person? I hope not. Cause I'm just trying to be truthful to myself.
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Hope it's not my obligation to blog about the band advance. But it's was good, honestly. Anyway, yesterday when I was waiting for someone at the train station I took out a Surrealism book I borrowed and got to see the very intricate details of Bosch's Garden of Earthly Delights.
I am totally stunned and in love and intrigued by that artpiece. It's kinda dark and erotic so I shan't wanna put it up here but I was more in love with the concept it carried, and the amazing detailed brushstrokes. Right down to the very backdrop of the artwork. It's so awesome! Haha.. It's about us humans and what we might just become. So you might want to check it out here.
As for HK. We're living in this really small hostel. At first I didn't like it, but then I remembered how last time my Dad brought us backpacking to Paris and we had to sleep at this small hostel too with a window that reeked of pigeon faeces and stuff and this is really something like that. Hahahaha don't try to imagine it... so I guess it's no big deal on that part.
