The scribbles...

Certitude in the entertainment of wavy grains. The dolphin swims but it is hunted. Regardless of the vocation of human nature, violence will surface within him at some point. Pulled to the edge of being impetuous to his environment, man will conquer, or at least try to, what he is facing. My chair trembles and I wonder what makes it tremble (Questions are answered. It was my phone). In a wheelchair, the greatest man i have ever known must surely be able to count the number of days He has left. Or will your life surpass mine? Forgotten, oblivious to You, have i become? Or is my life a testament of your teachings endowed in me? I let free a turtle for her. The people crowded the turtles and he flashed them with his camera. Who looks at the spectacle of humans and is entertained? The little turtles’ instincts directed them to the water. Those who got “lost” and walked the other way, eventually turned around and crawled towards the water until a wave helped them in. What are we humans walking towards? When will the wave come and take us? Are we breathing our destined air? Or are we ignorant that there might be a place we can breathe more freely? Why did i think of her when i freed and prayed for the survival of the turtle? So many people love me far more. Or perhaps, i am ignorant. Superfluous sentiments. All is gay and wanderlust as time moves and stands still. Stillness is motion in time. An eruption is caught on camera – stillness of motion. Stillness of fire. Stillness of sparks. My life is a spark, i lit the wick and now i am burning in motion. The wax that is spilt around reflects my forgotten woes, the wax that is melting within and is burning represents my unforgotten burning sentiments. The flame reflects my smile. May it burn and keep on burning for an eternity and may it always aim for the skies. Jittery jitters, buttery fingers, i cannot hold on to a speck of water. It flows through my hand. As time passes on, as life slips from my hand, may i have many more sunrises in exotic lands discovering my ‘home’ and this self which is apparent in existence. A four eyed fish jumps on the water. Life will always surprise you. May we be surprised delightfully. The thin line between the moments of ecstasy and depression within a cloud bursting through the peak of a mountain. Is ecstasy a form of depression? Is true happiness balanced? Everything is in motion because time moves. The pen that Pau held is losing ink. So many words wasted. i must make them count. No word used without purpose. Every word with a purpose. Purpose? What’s that? Another word. It turns out, i am ignorant.