WAKE

the first entry. A sealed occurrence to a life of any sort to bear a beginning. The same repetitive birth to bestow upon all living beings and in this case, a blog. An introduction, a greeting, an aim. I have always admire the dreamlike nature, where there is no form of a start. To be cast in to a random portrait, a translucent experience which tend to go on with the absence of aim. Time could sink through the narrow glass slit, but only if it is possible to be aware of its existence. The placelessness and the timelessness becomes the state of immortal existence. It could take me. And I'd be fine in this moonlit sleep forever.

Asleep, bodiless in the absence.
Do you remember your state of nucleus?

I know I had not remember the time of birth. But, there was a beginning to my memory that had been illustrated so distinctively. My life begun roughly 3 years after I was born. My first memory. I remembered deliriously waking up to an animated glare, illuminating through the flowery barred windows. It was framed through the gap of pink glowing curtains that still confined the shade in the room. From my chest, the blood streamed hurriedly through me and I stretched this new obedient body in which had seem so familiar. I could not remember how the bed felt, but i could only imagine its touch had blanketed me, as ruthless the tides of the sea. I know of nothing else which existed beyond that. So, then laid pieces that still lingered and the most that went astray. And there is now.

And so mark the beginning of this blog.
It was a spark that came to me. To maybe write something here daily. With all this theme, style, original art work and stuff floating around the original blog, it had been sorta intimidating to add any ordinary variety. I guess I had only wanted its purity to remain. So, in this fresh realm I thought, I could write about the casual things. Hopefully capturing the details of my daily observation, inspiration and laying them here. This blog here, unlike the collaborative lear, didi, shadow and my fictionaddiction, would desirably be more down to earth...ok? ok. everyday I said. The obviousness of ordinary daily life is easier to write. Need to force self to be more spontaneous.