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29 August 2011

Wrapped in my arms


The unfolding days quiver within my head.
I've lost appetite but I've regained conscience of many other things.

As they flee, my thoughts are incapable of formulating coherently.

My jours cant be set down on paper; they'd vanish.

I've adapted new environments and remain reserved (which most are hypocritical about).

The only unanswered question remains.

20 August 2011

Ghost Summer

Light eyes, not as heavy as I was so used to be.

Trickling bubbles from breathing under water.
It's all been gone, sooner or later was the promise.


Unfolding days rush by and my studies are going to be back before I can say "what the.."

I'll be purchasing a water proof camera soon, promise.
Ready for another creative year my dears?




Jolijn Snijders photo

19 August 2011

Shivering Lashes



No words to perfectly describe what I've been through this past week.

Lets just NEVER dare to even bring it up/back.

Merci.

>>>> Wai lin tse

14 August 2011



Reading Jane Eyre and some "How to" book.

Last week of drifting through days with a racing mind.


My friends and I had our very first Yard Sale on Saturday! It was so...






loved it though.

I made $10. Not bad for only offering 12 items.

Art walk was also nice. So proud of my friend Andi.


I'm excited for many things right now. Lets hope this feeling lasts.

11 August 2011

Adolescencia

Greet with morning tears.

My room is only lit with two bulbs now.
As my hair is crying, I realize that I'm quickly becoming immune to
time.

Jumping off diving boards has become a hobby. I've decided that the silence under water is the silence I favor most.


The silence the isn't so silent.



03 August 2011

Le temp est une invention des gens incapables d'aimer.



My soul was lost in the clouds.
I am unable to comprehend regular conversations with strangers due to my lack of
communication skills.

Andy has been whispering into my head lately. (Warhol that is ..)




Ohh, what am I waiting for?? And why??