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| I was sitting in a lecture hall waiting for a meeting to start. My friend dragged me out to this meeting because he didn't want to go on his own. The room was abuzz with the banter of peoples. Growing restless, my head started to wander across the room. My eyes roamed across the sea of faces, with my gaze passing each one without any passing curiosity. Then, like a lighthouse in the dark of the night, came a face that stood out amongst all others. A face that would launch a thousand ships. But to my misfortune, much like Odysseus who was lost at sea for years, that face would remain nameless. Until one fateful day, I would wander into the God's good graces again, and meet that face. (to be edited)
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| People have two hands;
to hold, to touch, to feel.
People have two feet,
to traverse our world.
People have two eyes as well,
to have a better perspective of their surroundings.
People have two nostrils and matching set of lungs,
to fill their chests with the fragrance of fresh flowers.
People even have two sides of a brain,
to better understand our lives'.
But people only have one heart,
that is,
until we fall in Love.
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| I have forgotten the words to the song in my heart. So long have I been preoccupied with the worries of standing still that I have flew past the moments of life, the moments that should slow down time itself. The thought of standing still, being tied down, grounded to this earth, has terrified me so much that I lived as though I was riding a comet. This made me forget about the richness of the earth, and about being humble. Though I was flying, something many men could only wish to do, I was going in a circle, or an ellipse rather much like a comet. If I truely wished to fly, I first need to learn how to walk. So get ready life, because I'm coming for you. Although I am learning how to walk again, I am still moving, moving toward you. I will gather twenty-two hundred of the most beautiful white lotuses and set them into the river to flow back home to signal my arrival, my return home. And though I have forgotten the words, I will sing the words to the song in my heart.
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| It's been awhile since I wrote in here, and it's gonna be awhile
till I do write in here. Till then, read this story.
It's an old one, but still good if I do say so myself. Well I'm
off, toodles.
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