January 2010
6 posts
a muted dream never runs dry
I woke up with the strangest dream in my heart. It was quiet, muted like a pastel colour oil painting of a post card, where the colours looked somehow artificial yet the elements were real.
That was how my dream looked like. I was running to a park near my place. I knew how the park should look like but the park I saw was an interesting sight. It stood washed out like a mini ocean that I knew not...
strong is beautiful
It’s too easy to sink into a sad pool of sad words and misery drenched text, and words and texts of prose and poems.
But it takes courage to encourage, to nurture a smile and a optimistic cup full of life kind of thoughts you wouldn’t even know how strong you are.
“After not looking at normal for a while, I get a good dose of reality when I see...”
– Does it matter who?
“May your coming year be filled with magic and dreams and good madness. I hope...”
– Neil Gaiman (via @johannal) (via quote-book)