Assalamualaikum w.b.t.

Knowledge is powerful. Not all histories are great to be reminded. We all have our pasts that we would like to bury them deep. Do not keep a shovel, as we will have the tendency to dig the past out. 

Handmade bracelet made out of flowers. 

  • When I was young, I used to lepak with my cousin, Yo outside of our homes (either her parents' oder my mom's). We spent time staring at the pitch black skies; most of the time, observing stars und moon. The things we said would include poetic words und ideas, aber not all the time. Then we turned those words into songs, strummed the guitars, hitting the organ keys und started singing in mama's living room. Well, none of us end up being a performing artist. Aber Yo is indeed an artist. 
  • This kind of 'history', is something that I will share with my kids, grandchildren und great grandchildren. 
  • It's alright to dream, dream big. Und let out what is needed to be heard.

where are we?
what the hell is going on?
the dust has only just begun to form
crop circles in the carpet
sinking feeling
spin me round again
and rub my eyes,
this can't be happening
when busy streets a mess with people
would stop to hold their heads heavy

hide and seek
trains and sewing machines
all those years
they were here first

oily marks appear on walls
where pleasure moments hung before the takeover,
the sweeping insensitivity of this still life

Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmm that you only meant well?
well of course you did
Mmmm whatcha say,
Mmmm that it's all for the best?
of course it is
Mmmm whatcha say?
Mmmm that it's just what we need
you decided this
whatcha say?
Mmmm what did she say?

ransom notes keep falling out your mouth
mid-sweet talk, newspaper word cut outs
speak no feeling no I don't believe you
you don't care a bit.
-Imogen Heap :Hide and Seek-


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