MRSG ：墨染时光

Seeing you around makes me happy, Since when dhas joy come this easy. I thought of infatuation and that was it, But how it never faded, it never did. Needing a distraction from you, My biggest distraction after all. You're the moon With too many stars around, I'm one of them,  With my shine fading out. Will you ever spot me among all those sparkling, For just one time, I wish.

Stop, You need to stop looking at your phone, You need to stop texting whoever that's on the other side of the line,  There is a real one right opposite you, Whom you should look into her eyes  when she talks. I always appreciate and value the nice people around me who pay attention, who listen with heart, who make an effort to understand and be connected, when we talk. Though, the ironic fact is that there is only a handful of them. Nevertheless, I will give the highest credit to my cousin, Taco. It always warms me like the fireplace does on a chilly night that we can give ourselves a break from the social media, turning off the wifi and mobile data, and just talk. The literal one, not a talk through the keyboards. She listens and gives advice which might not help and might not be the best, but I value and I reciprocate. Dating back to the short family beach getaway we had last March, it was night and after roaming around the resort for time more than ...

On eighteenth April nineteen ninety-nine, Your were vouchsafed with life. Covered in blood, Interconnecting via the cord, They were and are the best metaphors Of your parents' never ending devotion and love that run all along. You grew up, From a toddler in diapers to a kid in 7-colors shirts, And you grew up, until the day you didn't like to eat lollipops and candies anymore, until the day you replaced Slurpee with Americano. Your life is still loading, Like the bar you see on your computer every time before the game starts, and it is now a nineteen percent done. Life, It can be the bumpiest road can be the 6pm dim street can be the disco-light dance floor or can be the raindrops on the window. How is this related to your birthday afterall. You see, on the 18th day of April, You turn 19. Looking at these two consecutive numbers, You should buy the lottery. Don't forget me when you win. HAPPY BI...

The road It rushed towards me Under me Then behind me Dragging along the trees That appeared to be only a blur of green. I took a picture o f the sky  In the hue of blue yellow crimson with my eyes There was not many clouds Mostly colors It was another 1830 hours. Soon, the sun set,  Descending into the horizon. Soon, the sun rose,  In the other half of the Earth. As we sank ourselves into that soft couch, Or as we threw ourselves onto the comfortable beds with pillows, Or as we swallowed a few gulps of cold soda and let out a huge breath, It was another morning for the people in the other half of the Earth.

The ways of the world Of this world Look more tempting Than the gulps-after-gulps of cold beer  Than the pizzas with crusts that cheese-burst. They can be read Like a book; You can watch them Like a movie. The way they are written, The way they are performed, Look so real And yet, They are just pieces of works, Artworks. The ways of the world They are often made of no rules. Some make us curious Some are astonishing  Some infuriate us Some bring us joys and wonders. They are out of reach.  They are like the 3 years old kids Never getting a hold of them. The ways of the world Of this world.