moved.
Grey zilched.
an eye for the blind.
dawn of dusk.
a new day begins; whether he is weary, whether he is exhausted.
but that doesn’t depress; not as much as those he hold dear.
those who know what hurts; those who know what’s going on.
those who choose to self-indulge; those who choose to abandon.
it gets harder to let go; it gets tougher to stand up.
and where dusting off and moving on are not in the choices to begin with.
the burden gets heavier, the walk gets longer, gets further than where he started off.
and the destination; nowhere in plain sight.
does he choose to retaliate; should he decide to suffer in silence;
will they hear his voice, his call; will they mourn at his funeral;
the questions we ask when we seek to question and expect an answer,
these questions are harsh, cold, but real and unavoidable.
and more often than not, they never get answered.
we either fear the answers, or fear the answers.
pap; pause and ponder.
the water wheel spins. drip, drip; drops fall, time passes.
the flame flickers.
a familiar face; man of the past, present and future, man of my fears and aspirations.
wonder what it’d be like to know him not, know myself now not.
the little chances in life we take, pushing limits and jumping cliffs.
only, only, to land among friends, true friends.
they aren’t catching me now.
whoosh and the wind blew the great blue …
whoosh and the wind blew the great blue sea down the white snow hill round the old oak tree.
down came the storm at the break of dawn with the blood napalm and the jungle song.
wit and mind shall conquer the kind where shadows lurk and the dark is blind.
vj|spearca.
who’s fighting you?
who’s fighting you?
we’ve only got to answer to ourselves, …
we’ve only got to answer to ourselves, no one else. 
join the frenzy.
war leaves no place for family, no time for love, and no room for friendship.
we fight on for what we believe in, and whether it ends in victory or defeat, whether it had been a rational choice, it matters not. because what we believe in triumphs all.
no one should be judging the reasons we fought for, or the humanity behind our decisions, because we’ve all got something to believe in, and no line exists between that of anything at all.
so to all that we believe in, all that we fight for, cheers.
pretty.
you tip the vase over the edge; the water spills, the china shatters.
the shards cut the flowers, the flowers start to wilt, start to sap.
and in the puddle, you see yourself; cold, clear, heartless.
yoohoo.
the questions keep returning; banging on the doors, yelling down the corridors.
what drives us? what scares us? what fears us? what needs us?
do we know them all? do we remember them all? do we really?
when we start to forget, we know we’ve gotta start doing something about it.
venture.
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And yesterday was awesome even though it was terribly spontaneous with Dinosaur Chua. Started out in the morning at Carl’s in PP for SDD meeting where we catwalked straws to simulate pageant fashion shows, followed by finding cloth for the sashes and katong laksa-ing in katong.
Then braised pig pangseh-ed us and Teo Heng was full before we ventured to KBox at eHub and spent four hours there singing mandarin songs while the couple from the other group and Jessie wandered outside because they came later and they were cash-strapped.
And that reminds me that we’ve yet to venture to Wild Wild Wet wooh!
the question resurfaces: are you pushing yourself. are you pushing; are you pushing.
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