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Sunday, August 26, 2007'♥

- i am yours. -

Life has been alittle s-l-o-w.
Well, slow in a good sense,since i feel a little more alive of late, a little more absorbed in each and every pace along this road - life.

the estate chocked full of self deprecation antiquities and fallen romances, and juvenile angst is now ,at last, in abeyance.

Perhaps, it's the realisation of how little control, man has over his life,(which suffuses into your mind with time,coupled with only more hard knocks),that you see letting go is really a lot easier than before. Perhaps it's also , after a while, the mind goes weary and the body resigns,and you stop trying. You. just simply stop. trying to control anything at all and everything that's really not within your control.

It's funny, how often in the midst of our social relationships with anyone at all, we are so caught up second guessing each other, so overwhelmed with everyone protecting themselves against others,that we forget about being ourselves.We let pride , fear and our insecurites get the better of us. We forget that we are really alot more than what we think of ourselves. We let the society, or even the community become the valuers of our self worth,they attach that tag ,which we become slaves for. Slaves for, but self affirmation and acceptance.

It's only when i gave it all up, that i realised , i see so much more. Only, when i stop trying to care, that i start to care, to care alot more earnestly.

Now,i live for my dreams.my books,my photography,my work.

It's only when you live for no one but yourself first. , that you can truely live for others,no?

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eloera jesusa woon.

she paints skins of whom she has never known, and may never be.
she fortifies , she preserves - of what time has taken.
she dances in the silvers of her moonlight ,
with this cacophany of noises,with these falsities -they lead her hand. //

the facades that she hide behind, the facets of her life.she is but the master of puppetry.

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