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.

How can we keep the same old feelings, the object there, but in fact we change; or the object does. We complain the world changes. We complain our friends change. We complain, complain and complain when things change. Don’t we change as well? We have seen more, we have learned more, we have passing through more. The record we have piling up with things that we have written. It is there and will always be there. We cannot un-write what we have scribed. We can just open it wider, and take whatever written to be the experiences that can make the eyes even more open to receive the world. Or we choose to narrow down the books to what we are interested to write and let the characters sink in with us, unchanged. Or we will allow those characters to travel far and wide to the world that they can be more opened to and they can be more cheerful and positively reflecting in our books.

Before the books closed, let see what we have left. Nothing! It all will be un-written. Those characters will travel somewhere as the reference to other books being written, be the experiences reflecting in other eyes that come cross by.