ALIEN LANDSCAPE
Author : NHJ
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Between the Bars (Elliott Smith Cover) by Metric
Monday, July 19, 2004
diamond-encased flower
my mother called me over and excitedly listed down daughters and sons of her friends who made it to college, Us or popular institutions. sometimes i wish i can please her by being like them. but a life like that ironically is void of dreams. what is it truly that these people are trying to achieve? name? money? what are they going to do once they're done pursuing degrees and PhDs? maybe i'm just stereotyping but most of them seem to have no interest in doing something good for society much less humankind. so most to most they're going to get high paying jobs and have families and make their parents happy.
but what kind of life is that? what kind of answers do you get from such a life? to me, living is only about that. finding answers. knowing love. and altering the mundanity of an otherwise untouched design of unpursued destiny. i just feel like studying all these unnecessities is a waste of time. the world will be empty and silent except for the loud rustle of money drowning out sadness. what kind of life is that?
slaving over thick books of useless information only for a few more decades of money-scented existence? in the end it all comes down to; what are they trying to achieve?
me. i just want to be happy.
maybe that is what they're trying to achieve. happiness. the way i see it, they're digging undergrond for diamonds and precious stones before they start on life emerging out of the hole and into the sunlight so they can lavish in their riches and that way life will be easy. for me, i'm content with striding barefoot on grass collecting flowers on the way and roll around in them when i get enough.
so diamonds or flowers?
i'd say flowers.
diamonds dig into your back anyways.
Posted by NHJ 7/19/2004 09:44:00 pm
Friday, July 16, 2004
i love the way his eyes widen in mock surprise for a second when i tell him off. and the way he would suddenly smile knowingly at me, his eyes gently looking into mine like i am the only thing worth adoring in the world. then i would start to wonder at how a single eyelash would strike me so hard inside.
Posted by NHJ 7/16/2004 09:31:00 pm
Thursday, July 01, 2004
my mighty belt
i roamed valleys and fields. running and falling across horizons trying to pick up the line that seperates the green and blue and make it into a pretty black belt. they say there are no lines. i didn't retort how mighty stupid they are. no lines indeed. why is there green and blue then, they didn't tell me.
i have got to find that line. and read the Untransalatables inscripted onto it. those runes that divided white long ago and burst it into many colours; mostly green and blue -of which grey is starting to take over. black was aplenty.
it is so much harder when it is night. the world is so black that i almost start to believe that the universe itself is made of lines sewn together, blocking out something beautiful beyond. the secret i've been looking for. the unnamed Colour. the treasure world of chaotic peace of the colours without name.
if i wear that belt, they will stop seeing how beautiful i am and leave me alone. F should get one too. he's so beautiful i want to keep him all to myself. i would give up visits to ten thousand treasure worlds to have him for all of Time. ten thousand. ten thousand times more beautiful than i am.
-sigh- i'm tired.
Posted by NHJ 7/01/2004 09:40:00 pm
bed of tiles
there is an image of a girl in my head. she is lying face down on white tiled floor her face flat on the surface. she's not dead, she's just taking a rest. i wish i'm that girl.
i would love to feel the cool press of smooth stone on my face and sweet gravity sucking on my body, telling me that it's alright. that this is the end and that i don't have to fall anymore.
i would love to run my sight on the white lines dividing the tiles and tell myself that it's alright. that everything ends with the divides. that there is no point in choosing which tile i should rest my head and heart upon because all sides, tiles are cold and white and black. i am wrong i am right. it's alright.
i would love to escape the fallen body and sigh, touched at how my hair spreads on the white tiles, like spilled black poison so beautiful. it's alright, everything is fine. everything is resting. even me.
Posted by NHJ 7/01/2004 09:21:00 pm