Silent Bedlam & Redundant Door Handles

It makes me consider all the great and small people that I encounter each day. Whether it be the old lady I catch the 6:45am bus with every morning, or the old man next door that lives by himself in a big flash house.
Behind all the concealment that makes society look like Pleasantville, It makes me wonder who people really are in their own solitude. I think about the many hearts that beat to see a long lost dream come true, a despaired soul convulsing, hoping to see and believe that love does really exist. The ills of a flaccid child, parentless, bankruptcy on love, scarcity of a future…

To be continued

I really like this simple design for my room, besides the art piece hanging over the bed. I'd rather replace it with my own art work. *sigh*

There's magic dust in the air... You just got to believe and reach out for it

So... Its Sunday. Gosh! and I'm already at this blog. Waiting for Yan to pick me up for Sunday Service. Pondering on what today will bring? I guess once i step out of this shell, I'll know.

Milosh: You Make Me Feel.
Something for today.

On another note... I want a brilliant mind like Leonardo di ser Piero da Vinci.

He was a polymath, mathematician, scientist, engineer, inventor, anatomist, painter, sculptor, architect, botanist, musician and writer. What a brilliant mind. Revolutionary. He was a wizard able to change logic and conformity. A magician during his time, able to grasp nothing and turn it into existence.

Goodnight love one, wherever you are...

The Glass.

I would like to think that I'm the "glass half full" person.