Dear Sir, I still wish to see you again before my departure, very much eagerly. However, given a second thought, I should not. Rather we should not, if I did not mistake that we do share mutual feelings. I do not know what has gone wrong here ever since, but I will not be able […]Read More A Letter to No One Ver. 3
But we are human with heart and soul. How could our warm flesh get prevailed from cherishing the sun, and our beating heart from admiring the moon? Or our human’s nature is more beautiful than that of the nature out there? So ideally we should mindfully concentrate on only ourselves. I disagree. Suggested soundtrack: Tristesse […]Read More Tristesse d’Olympio
And I will always be YOURS . modestly, respectfully, sincerely, truthfully, truly, passionately, incandescently, ardently, fervently, fervidly, vehemently. Suggested soundtrack: The Seasons, Op. 37b: VI. June; Barcarolle by Pyotr Ilyich TchaikovskyRead More Juni 22
What catastrophe will it lead to? Why such moral standards are needed to set apart teacher and student, doctor and patient, artist and model, and so on so forth? It is the matter of nearness. Why aren’t teacher and assistant professor prohibited to each other? Why aren’t doctor and nurse? Artist and his peer? Heart […]Read More Why is It So Wrong?
Me: Cut yourself. Me: No, don’t hurt me. Me: Your pain will be released. Me: No no, don’t hurt me. Me: It is easy, just as you has done before. Me: No, don’t. Me: Come on, you good girl. Me: Please, don’t. I have done nothing wrong. Me: A shaving knife in the shower room. […]Read More Is this a Dagger which I See Before Me?
Doctor, your tabs are not effective enough to bring me to the dark realm of sleep. Another white tab was in my hand. Doctor would certainly scold me for doing this. I felt the cold water running down my throat. Fauré’s Requiem is so relaxing, would God curse me for listening to Requiem instead of […]Read More Dalloway Chapter 3
Full and bright hangs there lover’s moon. Springst romance in this night of June. Reach out to touch thee does my hand. Leap up my feet from where I stand, Yet lover’s moon is still too far. . The stars start to blink mocking me. Also laughters heard from the trees. Is my solitude so […]Read More Lover’s Moon