i am always missing

when you dream

2010-07-14T17:25:00.006+08:00

when you dream about bad things happening,

it shows that you’re still fighting.

You‘re still alive.

it’s when you start to dream about good things,

that you should start to worry.

redness

2009-12-25T00:47:00.003+08:00

Could someone light me up,please...

have you found me

2009-12-24T23:52:00.001+08:00

You were my distance

and small words became safer

but you never knew

how I ached

to take three steps forward

every time you went backward

and how the world

crushed too silent

when you looked over your shoulder

and found me gone...

peeling softly with me

2009-11-27T01:22:00.003+08:00

It has been said that

every person you meet

takes a part of you with them

when they go.

touch my hand

2009-11-23T01:08:00.001+08:00

The end has finally come for me,

I can put my head to rest.

I have given up in to my struggle,

The next move is yours.

suffocated in an airless cell

2009-10-24T01:43:00.002+08:00

I have no wing

to tread emptiness.

I was made

for you.

every single day

2009-10-16T17:51:00.002+08:00

When the darkness

is no longer enough for you,

you will know it is time.

I wonder

will you come find me then

and let me lay my hands

upon the ground

beneath you

and search for my warmth

and the words we both knew

were bound to slip away

because they felt too late.

inside and outside

2009-10-01T20:09:00.003+08:00

Not to have any story to live out

is to experience nothingness;

The primal formlessness of human life

below the threshold of narrative structuring.

Why becoming anything at all?

Does anything make any difference?

Why not simply die?

part of pain

2009-09-19T04:05:00.001+08:00

I only look for pain and grief,

And trembled as I drew more near...

I wonder when I could have found relief.

staring at the dead

2009-09-07T13:30:00.002+08:00

I started thinking about curiosity.

something to be desire about,

strong enough to peer everything

from being the living to dead.

This is a set of concerns

elaborated explicitly till the end.

the dead change

2009-08-21T01:44:00.003+08:00

A process that spawn mystic and unfold,

till human behavior changes to get sick of it,

losing the sense of perseverance, urge nor relish.

Time without end never seem exist at all,

perhaps someone could make that happen.

we barely lose ourselves to gain our self

2009-08-17T03:23:00.001+08:00

It’s hard to wait around for something

because you know that it might not happen

But its even harder to give up

when you know it's everything you want.

to: ace duck

tossing words

2009-08-10T07:13:00.004+08:00

I’m lost on my way home from a memory,

flipping through empty words,

and trying to come up

with a plan for tomorrow,

when it all falls aparts

and I fall into it.

For now my head is filled with stirring words,

and running at the same time from reality.

Everything keep on mixing and forgetting,

till we become two different separate things.

loosing hand

2009-07-23T09:21:00.003+08:00

Transience is everywhere,

nothing can ever be recaptured.

Yet merely to think of a happening is

to try and recapture it,

as our awareness of it

pushes it into the past.

The days pass and

all awareness is nostalgia.

The sense of the transitory

in my mind is a sense of loss.

the touching end

2009-07-19T19:21:00.007+08:00

Can we envisage the possibility of trying to start on a life’s work.

But if one could ever really begin, if one could have made a start,

then it would be unnecessary to go any further,

because the end is implicit

in the realization of the beginning.

" Does this serve the identical principle in the start of birth on a life form…"

in between days

2009-07-15T08:07:00.004+08:00

What I’m looking for

isn’t happiness.

For most people,

being happy means

simply working hard

to keep oneself warm,

to feed oneself.

To make ends meet,

basically I work only

because it is impossible

for me to do anything else.

being inhumane

2009-06-21T02:52:00.003+08:00

Darkness spread around me

and swallow me whole.

The sun is a liar.

It is not warm and gold anymore.

I found it quite dark here.

Can anyone pull down the blinds

and switch off the day for me.

i live in my past before

2009-06-11T09:18:00.000+08:00

When I was small,

i imagine myself

being at that place quite often.

gone and forgotten

2009-06-09T11:12:00.002+08:00

Nowadays we die twice.

First when we pass away,

and second time

when no one recognize us

in a photograph.

the empty frame

2009-06-06T12:08:00.004+08:00

Each day I stood for a time,

looking at no one,

thinking by myself.

Each day this is all that happened.

There is no witness.

Nobody saw,

nobody heard,

except myself, except now.

i’d like to fall asleep with you

2009-05-06T00:23:00.002+08:00

There is never an overstatement.

When feeling are too fully expressed,

there is no space left for the unknown.

if i have no sound

2009-04-22T23:57:00.001+08:00

If sad is a sound,

i do not want to hear anything.

I just want to break something.

life is elsewhere

2009-04-13T09:23:00.000+08:00

What we call past

is somehow similar

to what we call aboard.

It is not a matter of distance,

it is the passage of a boundary.

“fly to mailand”

a kind of peace

2009-04-10T07:37:00.006+08:00

Left alone in the past and present,

no one sees me at all.

Forgotten memories buried,

never meant to last,

nor fated to meet.

Time standing still,

who is next in line?

shadow less

2009-03-23T11:59:00.000+08:00

Without shadows,

light could not ride objects

and sun would go everywhere on foot.

no more of a place

2009-03-15T00:00:00.001+08:00

Sometimes,

there is no turning back

because we sense no more.

If you see me,

do turn away in silence

and never look back.

" Birth of a new friend who sang really well "

unsearched soul

2009-03-11T06:09:00.003+08:00

Uncovered emotions seem like hovering thoughts

that breaks and blown away

invading what is left behind

and what has been untraced.

not there anymore

2009-02-25T00:56:00.005+08:00

Inside, you do feel something always with you.

Even though if the connection is almost tangible,

it connects you to veil again.

birth of a new cult

2009-02-23T00:00:00.002+08:00

A new identity resurfaces

on the act of his day

to introduce a new phrase

to happen.

The past has ended

to be rerun by the present.

“ no more him…

fuanco is the new franco ”

are u there, hello

2009-02-14T00:30:00.003+08:00

There is no such thing as chance.

A door may happen to fall shut,

but this is not by chance.

It is a conscious experience

of the door, the door, the door …

“are you there?

I suppose no one be there any longer…”

give your word

2009-02-06T02:00:00.001+08:00

Hopes falling.

Like leaves blown in the wind.

They drift through this world alone.

Abandoned.

A part of me goes to my head.

My soul is not for you to know.

“ we see pearl one day. ”

unbind human behavior

2009-01-23T23:59:00.001+08:00

A theory is something

nobody believe

except the person who made it,

while an experiment is something

everyone believe

except the person who made it.

“ Judgement is true if the proposition is true “

numbered one four five

2009-01-17T00:03:00.004+08:00

A word can replace an object in reality.

An object never performs the same function as its image.

“ at long last you are born differently ”.

a kind of madness

2009-01-16T02:30:00.000+08:00

Dark grows noises and pen the shadows.

In the light on the rim of night,

I met fear.

And carted one footstep behind

to calm its wrong semaphore.

hideousness faces

2009-01-11T23:59:00.000+08:00

We no longer dare to believe in beauty

and we make of it a mere appearance

in order the more easily

to dispose of it.

faded bodies

2009-01-08T23:59:00.000+08:00

It occurs

and occurs

and sometimes

on speared nights

Occurs so suddenly

I boom

in my heart’s moss.

you don’t remember me anymore

2009-01-01T23:23:00.004+08:00

Humans are temporal beings,

whether you think of time

as eternal cycles of recurrence,

progress towards a ideal state,

decline away from reflection

or simply unprogrammed changes,

we know who we are and

what we are in time

and in relation to time.

“ It’s been five years.

You don’t remember me anymore

when you appear once again last night. “

silence the moment

2008-12-31T23:59:00.001+08:00

Silence often speaks

where words would interfere.

In the stillness of my moment,

nothing can disturb me anymore.

Watching as I do the sinking of the day.

seal me in black mary

2008-12-25T16:26:00.003+08:00

In my nerves,

turning into fever.

light darkness

2008-12-24T02:23:00.004+08:00

The greater is the circle of light,

the greater is the boundary of darkness

by which it is confined.

But, notwithstanding this,

the more light we get,

the more thankful we ought to be.

For by this means

we have the greater range

for satisfactory contemplation.

part of shadow

2008-12-21T22:03:00.003+08:00

Shadow takes no notice of men’s’ plans.

They run off,

and glide between houses.

Where do they come from?

Shadows, shadows beware,

you represent disorder and perdition.

human pieces of me

2008-12-19T19:21:00.005+08:00

Objects and human can become one.

Veruschka Transfiguration work of art

human shadow

2008-12-11T01:58:00.002+08:00

Are we being human,

or do we just follow shadow?

My mind went blank,

my hands were cold,

and I ‘m on my knees,

looking for the answer.

strange matter

2008-12-03T02:05:00.003+08:00

Like a mad man playing dice,

chained in a pitch black dungeon,

i hear my own mind crying.

Be careful,

everything fades,

everything vanishes.

Something must remain of us…

thought I choke

2008-11-25T02:26:00.002+08:00

Twisted thoughts.

Like inner voices that scream.

In an opera of fear,

everything seem mixed up.

Nothing going through,

leaving me dazed and confused.

My thoughts are not for you to know.

people you can confuse

2008-11-20T14:35:00.005+08:00

I lie alone

to provoke a self dynamic

that one can do lonesome.

So I started …

I walked alone.

I looked alone.

I ate alone.

I shopped alone.

I cried alone.

I laughed alone.

I slept alone.

To live a life,

I let my emotion down.

Photo by " Portrait of a Goodbye by ~ Nullermanden "

without a slightest sight

2008-11-18T02:23:00.003+08:00

In my hours of darkness life,

i don't think twice.

Everything is so nice.

Loving in the luxury of the night life,

everything is alright.

Blinding by the headlights,

driving past midnights.

Looks like a still life,

you are my night life.

Night life, bright lite, hold tight,

turn right, turn left, like that.

Bright light, no lights,

without the slightest sight.

walls apart

2008-11-13T01:42:00.004+08:00

Soft crying.

Embracing the pain within.

As it makes me who I am.

Transient.

Cold comfort.

Like empty words said in haste.

They are quickly forgotten.

Meaningless.

My pain is not for you to know.

color is not for you to know

2008-11-07T21:17:00.002+08:00

Days gone by,

an air hallucination,

continuously instigate me further

On the air craft lying down,

i met purple.

Purple asked me,

if i have seen pink.

I told Purple what comes before pink.

Purple told me,

it could be its actual self.

And it could diminish from time to time,

to be renamed again.

inspirited

2008-11-01T04:01:00.003+08:00

As the light fades,

and the day ends,

it is enriched further.

I let my tired heart come a rest.

However, deep down,

it cries and sighs.

Pines to sneak beyond the closed doors,

it retires till eternity.

unheard of

2008-10-26T12:03:00.003+08:00

I wear a mask,

hoping no one would never see,

not just a reflection,

but what’s left of me.

So much to endure,

the mood of darkness,

that hold beneath my soul.

Till that day,

i believe my self will be gone,

like the scent of a perfume,

that change with times.

seeing things

2008-10-21T22:34:00.002+08:00

A picture lives by companionship,

expanding and quickening

in the eyes of the sensitive observer.

It dies by the same token.

It is therefore a risky and unfeeling act

to send it out into the world.

How often it must be permanently impaired

by the eyes of the vulgar

and the cruelty of the impotent

who would extend the affliction universally.

losing my minority

2008-10-14T13:30:00.002+08:00

With the loss of alternative,

come untold opportunities,

come the search for a new direction,

and the call for sanity.

Minorities are always used as scapegoat.

keep walking

2008-10-09T18:32:00.003+08:00

A walk is a way of entering my soul,

and also of leaving it.

I am both here and there,

walking my own space through;

by strolling, observing, thinking of something else.

These days that I have been and seen,

people who start laughing aloud while walking,

people who start dropping their tears while walking,

people who start shouting at one another while walking,

people who start daydreaming while walking.

The physical experience activates the whole imagination.

the dark side

2008-10-03T17:26:00.003+08:00

A lonely time and a waiting game.

A day that’s just the same,

as a day I’ve had before.

And a day I’ll have again.

darken under

2008-09-30T03:12:00.002+08:00

Fail not in my function of loving

in a loveless place made out of darkness and deceit,

for thus are darkness and deceit undone.

somewhere

2008-09-29T00:03:00.005+08:00

Somewhere in the night,

a soul screams,

as strangers seem everywhere.

Somewhere out there,

they cross our path,

yet fade away

within time of the night.

Somehow in reality,

we know we who we are,

and what we are in time,

in relation to time.

a missing blank

2008-09-25T04:05:00.002+08:00

A space left for a missing ...

Can the missing one feel how we feeling now?

a tale of endless

2008-09-24T02:32:00.003+08:00

I asked: " why is there a shadow out there? "

I replied: " Because there is a hand. "

I asked again: " And why is this shadow black? "

I then replied: " Because we have bones. "

lost in space

2008-09-20T03:02:00.002+08:00

Sense no more,

i am like a floating zombie,

inking out of this space,

which i shouldn’t belong to.

Fading away from all,

moving on my own,

is what has been surfaced.

I don’t know anyone anymore,

So I have to start searching…

Intentional act

2008-09-18T01:18:00.003+08:00

When I see a garment,

i sense only an aspect of it,

but an intention so to speak complete

what is sensed into a solid object

and specifically a garment.

mind’s eye

2008-09-15T16:58:00.003+08:00

Looking fine, good and positive

is all others see.

Inside alone,

I clutch dark and hefty thoughts.

Words can’t put across,

as sorrow is hidden.

My grief contained.

No one can convey.

On a passage, where no one is involved.

unclick the night

2008-09-12T02:41:00.000+08:00

when sombre meets the glam.

blur us off the night ...

Decipher

2008-09-12T00:57:00.003+08:00

Life is great,

if we can prove it right,

because we are walking right into it.

“ For a friend who feel down at this time “

( photos from Sabina ’07 collection. )

raise the light

2008-09-09T15:29:00.000+08:00

Ray of light breaks away

the cold and bitter night.

I repeat the unspoken words,

I recall the naked sounds,

that are not meant to be.

Drowning myself

in infinite sadness and melancholy.

" Spring 2009 collection by Michiko Suzuki "

a solemn night

2008-09-08T02:33:00.002+08:00

At this final point, I am on my own again.

On a passage, where no one is involved.

Standing alone in a comforted zone;

I anticipate every movement,

that i see and hear.

I said to myself.

cast me away forever, please...

‘ Taking my first sip of drink, close to the dance floor in just one night. ‘

black are made of ...

2008-09-06T02:28:00.001+08:00

darken by the night of three.

six sept 'o eight

accepted senses as it was... was up finally

2008-09-03T23:09:00.000+08:00

I am a portion of that part

which once was everything.

A part of darkness

which gave birth to light.

light source

2008-08-29T13:54:00.000+08:00

The color which are always there but which we can't see.

Am i seeing or not?

moving in space (hong kong)

2008-08-22T10:04:00.001+08:00

I miss the facts that I am parting at this point.

I enjoy the process.

However i gotten move when i ought to.

I gain some and i lose some.

I expected it.

All comes to no end,

Because a new dare awaits me.

run away (hong kong)

2008-08-22T09:51:00.000+08:00

People often use time as an excuse,

and often use it to deceive what they can.

However they never realize that,

time never lie.

it's going to be okay (hong kong)

2008-08-11T15:23:00.000+08:00

If the routine life is hopeful and brilliant.

Then you do not have to be vagrant.

Sometimes, however, it is not even as good as a stroller’s.

So why don’t we just start straying.

don't slip back (hong kong)

2008-08-07T13:49:00.000+08:00

In life, we sometimes only see two different kind of people.

People who like to be noticed, or

people who like to notice others.

hidden out of this (hong kong)

2008-08-04T14:49:00.000+08:00

The hidden truth about life sometimes does not dictate the actual realization on how human actually behave.

I wonder why is that so. Puzzled

Perhaps, humanity and civilization had already changed the faces of life.

We can’t see the truth anymore.

~ On a busy night street, I was pondering my thought about this. ~

by foot (hong kong)

2008-08-03T19:25:00.000+08:00

when it's time to stop, please do so.

when it's time to move, please go on.

face no one

2008-07-07T13:29:00.000+08:00

Of familiar faces,

I feel lost.

I tried looking,

to assure myself,

to create my own sense of security

but to no avail.

Of friendly faces,

I am still lost.

Not belonging…

Nor contributing to

the inane chatter.

Wandering in a amaze of thoughts,

Am I a misanthrope?

An introvert?

An egotistic narcissus?

A loner seeking his identity?

Only the real faces can tell.

lost may not care

2008-07-03T15:34:00.000+08:00

I may still exist,

but I cant help losing.

Lost in me,

I need a break.

Lost in wonder,

which road to take.

I feel like a dead body

with an empty soul.

Waiting for the last hope

I hope I have not lost.

People

2008-06-02T14:35:00.000+08:00

I see many pasts passing by

See a lot of pain, a lot of tears.

People survive wars.

People survive disasters.

People survive sadness.

People survive hurt.

People survive people,

That’s how I remember it.

over and over

2008-05-21T14:44:00.000+08:00

I ponder over my thoughts.

Blackness is all I see.

Now remain a dark pit.

With the blackness fear soon trapping to eat me alive,

I wonder when the light be once lit again.

All I need

2008-05-12T14:04:00.000+08:00

I only stick with you

because there is no others.

if i could be left on the shelf

2008-05-06T16:10:00.000+08:00

Everything happens from person to person through encounters.

Can we escape the monotone repetitions of the world media;

that resists dead ends and divisions?

Political inside out,

it all starts and ends with human nature.

We can’t stop the voices.

if you lost yourself, share your thoughts

2008-04-08T15:05:00.000+08:00

And for a day, a hour and a minute there, I lost myself, I lost myself.Is this is what you get, when you mess with life ?

aesthetic control

2008-03-24T14:45:00.000+08:00

If something is actually conceptual and not just the bastardized version of that word, it wasn't developed to be trendy anyway, but to communicate a concept.

Once 2006

2008-03-10T16:51:00.000+08:00

This movie has touched me once more.

I thought i have forgotten it but i have not.

"if u feel like me, u will like it"

An (unnamed) Guy is a Dublin guitarist/singer-songwriter who makes a living by fixing vacuum cleaners in his Dad's Hoover repair shop by day, and singing and playing for money on the Dublin streets by night. An (unnamed) Girl is a Czech who plays piano when she gets a chance, and does odd jobs by day and takes care of her mom and her daughter by night. Guy meets Girl, and they get to know each other as the Girl helps the Guy to put together a demo disc that he can take to London in hope of landing a music contract. During the same several day period, the Guy and the Girl work through their past loves, and reveal their budding love for one another, through their songs. Written by Charles Delacroix

out of sight

2008-02-25T13:38:00.000+08:00

I am missing.

Image plays again and again in my mind.

I am in the end of the road.

Even still, while I wait, I know.

I know nobody will notice I am missing.

I wait to be noticed and when it is nearly too late,

I will almost destroy myself in my escape.

I am always” missing”.

too many we

2008-02-25T08:08:00.000+08:00

Is there another light out ahead of me?

Can there be chapter after chapter?

My entire delusion

Fed by strangers’ illusions

How could we conquer the world where I’m only a little dot?

The path that I'm walking

I must walk alone

I must seek and break out of this barrier.

Fairytales don't always have a happy ending, do they

And I foresee the dark ahead if I stay

a passing stage

2008-02-23T16:00:00.000+08:00

Birth of twenty-nine living.

masking

2008-02-02T08:08:00.000+08:00

Masks, masks far and wide.
Many in a crowd,
provoke dangers everywhere.
Fully masked in the public,
One can never imagine,
the layers of disguise,
that each one own.
I wonder,
Who are the genuine we?
When can that mask be aloof?Where do we find humanity?

Photo from Wooyoungmi Mens F/W 07.08 Paris

round and round

2008-02-01T06:50:00.000+08:00

Each daylight hours,

Each instant,

Life goes on without awaiting us.

Leaving us to abandon the past

And move on to the next moment.

Wrong and rights that we made,

Good or bad deeds that we accumulated,

Seem to flow past us like a gust of wind.

Vanished into thin air,

Allowing us not to await what has happen in the past.

Leaving us no time to dwell on it,

And no reflection to mug what has been created.

Embrace whatever that was given to you

Treasure life as it moves on.

Sense & Sensibility

2008-01-23T16:57:00.000+08:00

Into the mirror,

I see myself,

I ask myself,

Of many times if I could convince myself,

that I am making choices in life.

And all of this,

will make sense if I leave one day.

I know the difference,

between myself and reflection.

I just can’t help but to wonder,

which is real, and

which is not real…

its a complicated world after all.

hunted

2008-01-14T15:32:00.000+08:00

A fear resides within me.

It haunts me day and night

Tormenting me with thoughts,

of endless pain and uncertainty.

When dawn breaks and sun shines,

I feel alone in the light.

Am I being realistic?

Have I build the right alternative?

Have I made the right path towards goals?

worn out of mind

2008-01-11T16:47:00.000+08:00

It was a windy night.

Cold and unforgotten,

I found myself walking to the usual.

As I sat by the stairway of the riverbank,

I sensed tranquility at mind finally.

I am “tired”

Sigh…

All but myself,

I sat quietly.

I thought calmly.