Done with

Done with ignorance
Done with over smartness



Done with pretence
Done with the pretence of being straight forward



Done with keeping quiet
Done with talking too much



Done with not caring
Done with caring to much



Done with those who use
Done with being used



Done with the thought of being vindictive
Done with those who are



Done with mocking
Done with being mocked



Done with trying to forget
Done with asking for forgiveness



Done with trying to understand
Done with being misunderstood



Done with judging
Done with being judged




Done with..

I've Learned

I've learned…


That it is best to give advice in only two circumstances; when it is requested and when it is a life threatening situation.


- anonymous

Surreal

I was on my way home from work. Walking towards the bus stop.


I got this feeling that I am being followed, so I looked behind and I saw this man smiling straight at me. I got the chills although it was a warm smile.


I thought to myself.
"Do I know this man"? I know I have seen him somewhere. I kept on walking trying to remember. He was still following me. I had to think fast. He was coming closer and I was nowhere near my destination. I thought of confronting him and that is when I remembered having seen him, not once but on several occasions. I remember the smile, always inviting and friendly, but somehow it spooked me. He even tried to speak to me but I always snubbed him off. I was always in doubt, unable to trust him or my feelings.


Lost in my thoughts I reached the bus stop. He was there too, obviously following me all the way. I decided to confront him this time and walked towards him as though ready for battle, but ended up asking him


“Why do you always follow me?”


He smiled, I was beginning to love that smile.


“I want to be with you.” He replied.


“Who are you? I don’t even know you."


“You will if you acknowledge my presence.”


“Why should I?”


He was still smiling. He came a little closer, looked into my eyes and said


“My name is happiness.”



We took the same bus home.

Bloody

Saw a lot of this colour today.

Have always liked the color red.

Not sure anymore, not when it is someone else's.

Confession

My grasp of the English language is mediocre.

My drawings are amateur.

I might never sell a single work.


I don't want to care, as long as even one person understands my words or connects with my drawings; I know I have done my job.


Thanks for the kind words Kai.

Dialogue

I received a call. It was from a stranger. Someone I had never really spoken too, someone I thought I would never speak to. He wanted to befriend me. I enjoyed my conversation with him, I felt free & alive, and we spoke for hours. He wanted to visit me. I realized that I never even knew his name so I asked. He gave me his name. I hung up.

His name was Dishonesty.


Soon after I called my friend Honesty.

"Hey Honesty, I just received a call from someone."

"Who was it?"

"Dishonesty." I replied.


There was silence.


"Well, this might be the first but not the last time that he will call on you. He knows his way well and might even pay a surprise visit."


"What if I want to visit him?"


Click.


Honesty had hung up on me.


I smiled. I got my answer.

Handicap

A feeling of despair, frustration, anguish at the inability to perform the simplest of tasks because the only thing you want to do is create.

Create something so beautiful that just the thought of it can make you forget all your woes.

Create What?

Art.


Where?

In seclusion


How?

Think. Feel. Imagine. Wonder.



When?


???

Anyone?

What do you call someone who condescends, belittles, and judges you and at the same time thinks that he is helping you?


Beats me. Anyone?