Friday, September 30, 2005

well now i've just realised some hard truths about my results and it aint rosy. On the contrary its terrible and repulsive. To think i actually get this kinda results, well, its kinda expected given my seriously inadequate preparation. No point crying spilt milk, in this case, a bottle of milk which i actually prepared to have spillage as i was walkin with it. Unsteady hands or difficult road? Its the former.

Bugged.


owells, shrugs.

Saddle up and ride out.
Many trails await.
A home there will always be,
but adventure breathes life into me.

theres a desert on my island. The rainshadow effect on the side of the mountain range. i see trees and water.
A mirage or an oasis?
How do i tell from here?
walking closer i discover that my parched throat plays tricks on my mind.
Presevering on, i find a true oasis,
refreshing water, nourishing fruit. invigorated.
I spy over yonder another forest, misty, inviting-enchanting.

so many features in my backyard.


my island utopia or my nightmare incarnate?
tis a matter of perception

jonny`
+ 9/30/2005 02:06:00 am