Incoherent ramblings from an idle mind

The sun disturbs me. It appears to want to control too much. It controls when most of the world wakes, it controls the growth and progress of the artificial. With an annoying obstinence, it insists on restoring the natural order of things. Notice how artificial colour fades under prolonged exposure to sunlight? Do we now realise the inherent bias when natural colours are allowed to thrive with such wild, vibrant abandon? Look at the sun. Valiantly trying to erase all anti-ageing miracles and whitening nonsense.

Let it be sun. Let it be. You know that you are going to burn out one day don't you? So what are you trying to achieve? I grant you a grudging admiration for your determined attitude. But its doomed my dearest ball of fire. Doomed.

People should stop trying to be happy. Happiness is an unnatural state of life. You need to exercise muscles to smile. That is evidence enough that a blue melancholy is the natural order of things. So rejoice my fellow people! Stop aiming for the unnatural! Let gladness seep into your heart when all is bleak.

I dreamt that i won a prize. However Mr Mah Bow Tan wasn't around to see me receive it. His wife was sent in his stead. I remember the utter despondence i felt as my eyes slowly opened upon the fine print of 'Mrs'. Well i woke up. Mr Mah Bow Tan-less world. Prizeless world.

Sunrise

This sunrise was special.

Breathe

I regulated my breathing today. In, Out, In, Out, In, Out, In, Out, In, Out, In, Out.

Are more breaths taken in this way?
If so, I must be going through my quota too quickly.

Limbo

Part of me wishes that i can crawl aboard the next flight and zip across the skies to physically manifest the running away i so often do.

This is an interesting development. Limbo is a terrible thing. There is nothing left, nothing to achieve. Just endless waiting.

Cell

The intensity and rawness of emotions unleashed during a prayer meeting never ceases to overwhelm me.

Everyone seems to emnate such need. Such potent, poignant energy.
The pervasive scent of desperation. The raised voices. The hunger. The grasping hearts.

Today they scared me. I can never bear to look upon my fellow humans so vulnerable, exposed, laid bare. It felt almost base and animalistic. My heart was in conflict as it flinched from the scene...yet hankered with a niggling wonder for what these people have.

I am on a pedestal. One i placed myself on.