[iloveblog7.19] 思念;Nostalgia

This is my Monga.
This is (one of) my home(s). 

Nostalgia is a state of mind
It keeps me grounded
It's where I can always go
and blend right in.

So even when I'm far away
I'm not really far at all
Because I carry home around,
with me in my heart.

The other day 
I decided to googlemap the neighborhood I grew up in Taiwan.
I became instantly ecstatic. 

As cold nostalgia chilled me to the bone
The silence isn't so bad 
I'll sit on the front porch all night
Waist deep in thought because
When I think of you I don't feel so alone.

我的艋舺街頭
沒有LED燈
只有一顆一顆的老電球

When violet eyes get brighter
And heavy wings grow lighter
I'll taste the sky and feel alive again




As many times as I blink

I'll think of home

tonight.

[iloveblog7.18] 迷戀;Obsession

Chocolate St. Honore
probably the best thing I've eaten
in my 18 years of existence.

Obsession lies in the state of mind

when we are persistent on some sort of idea, image, or desire.

(so says dictionary.com) 

In my case

I have an obscure obsession towards

inanimate objects that i own.

I truly believe that over time

affection towards these motionless things

can substantially grow

(into something of value) 

Hence

I am extremely attached to my 

Cookie Family

(which consists of my laptop, camera, phone, other electronic devices etc.) 

and

everything else that I own. 

Mama made me practice my handwriting
ever since I knew how to hold a pencil.
She said I would grow up to be as good/bad looking
as my handwriting would be.
I was mortified. 

I wish

I were as attached to my inanimate things

comparatively to animated things.

Like people around me. 

Hi, I'm supa-glue.

Nice to meet you.

(attach as we shake hands)

[iloveblog7.17] 驚喜;Surprise

Shh.
There's a surprise over there. 

Sunless at the end of the year
a room in the house is always warm
stretched out on the floor thinking


love comes like
 surprise ice on the water
 like surprise ice at dawn
love comes


Deprived of the light and of the colours
the world begins at your window tree
The past sometimes takes you with soft hands
and all that surrounds you will fade

I like surprises. 

Except,

I tend to have an exceptionally well ability of predicting them.

Some obvious, 

some rather not. 

I don't know how I feel about surprises really. 

Quite often, curiosity overwhelms my conscience

and so predictions are made, and surprises loses their effect. 

I hope I respond to tomorrow's theme

surprisingly better than today.