Tuesday, February 15, 2011

droplet.

the refracted image of greens, the neighboring house, the old lady looking out her own veranda. holding on to whatever friction there was that bound it to this fragile stem, bending with the wind, swaying with the very whisper of the heavens.

thinking, my head blank as the sheer face of black obsidian except for this tiny speck.

light, caustics. prism imprinted on the gravel below. the textured ledge, the soil beneath it. teardrops of the sun laid out in colors on the ledge.

wind, touching with its gentle knife. the droplet bending downwards, seemingly wanting to give in to gravity, naturally fall to the soil below.

the droplet, i won't let go. i'm sorry.

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    hello guys, and welcome to my world, haha. i'm arts. a 23 year old curious drone who took up architecture in the University of Santo Tomas. Here you'll see my utterly pointless rants that go on and on about my radical thoughts and some undefined syllogisms on my own perspective of what life is, how i deal with the seemingly asymptotic relationship of what i want and the percentage probability of its realization, the tangency of drama and my everyday life that never reached the state of complete equillibrium, almost anything that is about the ME you guys have an idea of equal to the value of the unknown x in the algebraic expression (x-a)(x-b)...(x-z). If you think there's an error with anything that I say in my entries then tell me. Comments or any thing you want to say, just tag.

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