Where we live in

What is the day?

A cacophony of whispered prayers and growls of thunder,

Life emboided in a hotchpotch of energy,

A stream of smoke in busy sidewalks.

What is the night?

A shadow across distress,

Hidden meanings of callous injustice,

A glimmer of stars trailing far from mankind.

Where is the sun?

Its violent warmth,

Its haughty shimmer,

The vibrant storm of hope?

Where is the moon?

An enthraling mirror of tranquil light

Mysterious in its wake,

The shine that makes all beauty.

What will become of the rock?

Stubborn and proud with dizzying height,

Never impaired, unlike us,

Timeless and without speed.

What will become of the sea?

Horses hurtling in a haphazard ebb and flow,

Wistful throughout centuries,

Like silk on a tapestry of quicksand.

This life we're living in, can you hear it?

A song of truth, a song of sorrow,

A darkling thrush and a simple nightingale,

Expression.

This life we're living in, can you feel it?

A capricious heart,

A tedious beat or a pounding of fluttering wings,

Thump-thump, thump-thump.

This life we're living in, can you touch it?

A carmine rose,

A beauty unlike any other,

Under fragrant petals, it will hurt you.

Snow

Snow sparkling all around me,

Snow flakes glisten,

White sheets fall about the concrete.

White angel bodies litter the frost

Dreaming of multi-coloured pixies in the trees.

Water iced over falling from the joyous heavens,

Streaks of ice stand raggedly against my feet;

Hands elegantly swaying about me as I feel the coldness seep through my skin.

Droplets pepper the black smudge of lashes against a pale cheek

Indicated by a pale blue-lit light.

An aura all around me now gushing wondrous life

Sparkles from a halo in the sky.

Covered rooftops follow smoke,

Cloudy skies lit bright;

Grey and blue swirled like a milkshake

Unfurl unto the Earth.

A crunch beneath a heavy boot suggests the present ice,

The warmth has left.

Yet everyone amidst us is smiling.

A fight breaks out and a snowman falls,

Ice flung across the road;

Cars misted windows, cold interiors,

All frozen in a row.

But inside where the candle's bright,

The sensation grows.

Beside a mistletoe, stocking-lit fire,

Hot chocolate and marshmellows we stand by the window staring transfixed at the snow.

HAPPY BIRTHDAY DOLLA! I hope you have a great one and hope this is the happiest birthday of them all.

Song of the day: 'Everything' by Lifehouse.

My first entry is writen in the depths of the night, beware of oncomming spelling mistakes and puctuation flaws. Yes, I exist, I'm real and I have a blog. *enter applause*. For all people who worrship the ground I walk on, bow down now and imaginaryly kiss my feet as I have accomplished the impossible, though it is also acceptable (for those who regard me as family or freak) to applaud at my skills of creating retarded looking blogs at this time of the hour.

A personal message to my family- this way I can post all songs, drawings and pieces of fiction from my side of the globe to yours. Easy as that.

On a more serious note, I miss you all so much and it just gets worse everyday when I think about everything I am and will miss in your lives, for example nunu. I'm sorry about not being there so I can experience it but I will make a great effort on checking out nunu's blog.

I love you all and can't wait for the next mail, p.s. sorry for everything wrong I said in the 'how well do you know......' thing. I guess it got me thinking on how.......not-so-well I know my family. You all better be prepared for thorough investigation upon my next arrival in RSA.Stay tuned for the next episode of.......Spoken wisdom.

Insert theme song 'Save me' by Remy Zero just because it's cool.