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Life

Gypsy Moth
Mar 23 |22:11

Life is to live
But to live life is sometimes difficult.

I was taught since I was young what the motto in my life is. I never understood what it meant clearly when they said “to make the most out of today”. I thought it was such a plain answer and it was a no brainer kind of answer. Along the way I start to understand what it means by making the most out of today. We might not live tomorrow. We might just go to bed today and never again wake up. Making the most out of today is trying t complete everything that we want to accomplish for today because we might not live tomorrow. We live reckless sometimes. After we are born we live life such as we will have another millions day to come. Have we ever counted how many days we have in our lives. If we live a 100 years, we would have 36,500 days to live. If we can live only for another day, we have another 24 hours to live. Think about it, do we actually know how many days and hours we have to live for the rest of our lives. We don’t know. When we go to bed, have we ever prepared that we will not wake up? We will do things today to prepare for what will come to us the next day. What would we do differently if we know that we will not wake again the next day?  Read more...

 

A Door

Gypsy Moth
Mar 19 |02:42

A house where we feel we belong, where we love, is called “home”. Our home is the place we find most comfortable to live in. We can do whatever we want (and people around us will accept because we grow up and are taught what to or not to do as a norm in our home.). We dare push boundaries sometimes because we know how much rules can be bended.

 

Imagine yourself owning a house, you will decorate it the way you want with furniture, kitchenware, paintings, ceramic tiles, etc. You will not allow when something awkward (or you think it is awkward) to invade into your home – funny furniture, funny paintings etc. When you go shopping your mind will start to scan at the products that you want to see fit into your home.

 

Our mind is our home. We are comfortable with the color we paint. We are comfortable with the curtain style, the armchairs, the wall, the kitchen, bed sheets etc. We will not allow something “off” to be a part of our home unless it gets the role in making “our home” ours.

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I Will Plant Flower This Weekend.

Gypsy Moth
Mar 18 |02:11

I was born on July 21st 1964. It was the luck as I was told to have me born in the family. We did some rice trading, up from provincial towns to the city. The business was all right before I was born, sufficient enough to care well for a family to live comfortable life. After I was born, on the very day I was born, my dad for the first time got a contract to export rice to Europe. After that first contract, the business started to expand. Now our business covers, name it, A-Z, an airlines, beverage factories, properties, telecommunication, department stores, chained supermarkets etc. I cannot even count if some one asks me on the spot. I know all of them, of course, but it takes some certain amount of time to count and recount to make sure that I will not miss any. Never mind, I never bother to count them anyway.  Read more...

 

You Beat Me to Shine

Gypsy Moth
Mar 18 |02:07

Darkness steals the light
In your eyes thunder strikes
I dance I sing I tap I fall
I want you to know how much I try
You beat me to shine

Darkness steals the night
In my mind thunder strikes
Every day every night, I sweat
Never want you to see my mind, I cry.
You just deem that I can shine

Darkness leaves, the light shines
My dark corner hides
I dance I sing. I tap
Laughter, sheer, joy in front of my eyes.

Now I shine as you mold me to shine
Daylight, my glory rises
I shine as bright
Every night I sing, every night I tap, every single night I fly
Your eyes are in my mind
I hide the darkness, now I shine

I search for love, I long for caring tenderness
I look at all eyes around me,
I look at all the stars surround me
I just realize not a friendly eye I can really see

Darkness widens, my mind, sinister night
In their eyes thunder strikes
I dance I sing I tap and I fall
They just laugh at the sight
I can’t shine, I cry
I can’t really shine as bright,  Read more...

 

My Eye Book

Gypsy Moth
Mar 17 |00:21

I have seen
I have been
I have recorded deep in my eyes
Seek someone who can read inside
Seek someone who can see what I write
The book once closed will be unwritten
Just hope what I feel
Is recorded somewhere
Somewhere in someone’s eyes.

I see things and record it the way I feel. Laughter of others sometimes is my tears; cry sometimes my giggles. I don’t see the world the same way as the others see. In fact we don’t see the world the same way as the others do. There are 360 degrees in a circle. When we walk around the object we see different view of the object. Will there be any coincidence that the others and we can walk at exactly the same angle at the same time? Or can we walk into the same angle at the same time. When time changes, light shades differently.  Read more...