hotaru no hikari |
i hate this ebony8 months, 26 days it took to bore me into this world. an ebony borne of self-reflection that could only be stemmed from the departure of you and him.--my futile attempt at polishing a...
Posted by on Fri, 15 Aug 2008 05:15:00 GMT |
longing in silence... |
i am listening to all the different versions of "why are the flowers blossoming so red"...an original tajik song. it sounds gorgeous sung in both mandarin chinese and tajik, but i personally prefer t...
Posted by on Fri, 23 May 2008 22:26:00 GMT |
this feeling of vague completeness... |
i created this piece. in memory of memories as i seem to be doing a lot of lately.a time piece of me, you and everybody else. there is a drawing of a self portrait of the me that i would have loved t...
Posted by on Thu, 14 Feb 2008 23:38:00 GMT |
all the things i adore. |
stories...are one of those things. so i will begin with a story. there is this girl and we fight, word for word. or perhaps, i'll say something, she finds my opinions not to be in parallel to hers and...
Posted by on Fri, 23 Nov 2007 07:31:00 GMT |
things you love can’t be in the future... |
i held this round metal piece, so heavy in my hand, my chest felt like caving in. it was cut by a line, indented down the middle. there were these vibrations that traveled throughout my body and i fel...
Posted by on Tue, 18 Sep 2007 00:14:00 GMT |
love. peace. and hermitology. this is the new "hallyu". |
according to my cousin. that is the new hallyu. her goal is to become a hermit, meaning, going into recluse from the rest of the world because it is a decaying mess. and supposedly, she is meant to ha...
Posted by on Fri, 27 Oct 2006 23:17:00 GMT |
