Metaphorical expressions

The pounding impact routined each time the skin of the drum was struck creates a stable stream of waves vibrating through the fine sand on this dessert. 

Sometimes to the pleasantness of a calm dessert breeze, sometimes it staggers before the air is as cold as ice and other times it gets unbearably messy before the sand storm strikes. 

If ever the sun at its highest during the peak of the day would put a pair of aviators to tone down on its harshness, every living species might survive the dry terrains spread across the horizon.  

Buried deep in the coarseness of salt, sand and land they root their life form while shielding the outside word with their spike like defenses, pricking or stabbing any others who drifts nearer in search for hydration. 

Each time it is sliced opened or punctured to quench the need of other living forms, it is exposed and takes time to develop its guarded barrier and enhance its defense walls. Only after every reformation to be faced with the cycle of satisfying others do the scars of the processes remain. 

To be or not to be... Etc etc etc...

The breeze gets chilly as the feet hastens its pace, through the darkness remains some flickering thoughts. 

An intuition which may only fool the mind as the heart distances further from warmth for fear lurks around the fences.

Like a dream catcher only vague memories of those pleasant dreams remain hanging onto the hope of being revisited again for it leaves a smile and tingling sensation when the shell wakes from it's slumber.

Mentally dramatises the scene from Shakespeare "to be or not to be". Wait or was it the king and I? The king said to the teacher "to be or not to be etc etc etc..."

Insomnia

Turning and tossing around in bed all night while the ticking of the wall clock ticks the hours away. 

The still and silent night beyond the window grills is a grid like spread fragmenting the vast deep purple sky. 

After those hours of ticking, turning and tossing, the reving acceleration and dragging of gears signalling the start of the public transportation and the barking of a dog in the neighborhood annoys the almost peaceful break of dawn. Adding to all that morning noise is the screeching of brakes on the bicycle. 

As these nights turn to days, the days turn to night, stirring up confusion to the human anatomy.

The process an insomniac goes through each night is painstakingly exhausting.

To Do: Get the body clock synced with the GMT 08:00 KL, Singapore time. 

Note to Readers: Today's blog is the result of insomnia. 

Note to Self: Keep track on daily progress, monitor and record hours wasted staring at the ceiling during insomnia haunting hours. Damn will the owner of the super annoying dog barking away please do something about the barking timings? Remind your dog that it is not a rooster, but a dog? 

Word Play

What's giving in forgiving? 

What are you giving for?

Word: giving. 

What's sake in forsaken?

For who's sake have you forsaken them?

Word: sake.

What's scar in scare?

Are you scared of your scars?

Word: scar. 

Today, word play. 

Judgmental

The voice of a soloist and the melody of his acoustic guitar fills the night and sets the mood. The chatters from patrons and synchronised clinking of their glasses play percussion to the finely tuned music. Seated on a high stool by a pillar in full view of the crowd, swaying in appreciation to the sound of music. Quietly absorbing the atmosphere and releasing the aura of serenity whilst twirling long strands of her hair around her fingers. Then letting them fall into locks of curls blending into her already wavy hair. Thinking to herself that this might just be her new chill out lounge if she were in the mood for some alcholic beverages. Occasionally scanning the audiences of that night's acoustic gig she smiles to herself thinking how proper the people were. There was a couple sat at a table to the right, in front of her. The gentleman a Caucasian and his partner a tanned Asian lady. The scenario of this couple made her wonder that as much as the world and lives of people may seem perfect or happy, there are secrets and things that happen beneath all that charade. A bystander she played, observing from the side lines and naturally making presumptions of how these individuals might be living their lives. Word;Judgmental.