The first chronicle ;

I am at the seventh year of hitting a double digit -- 16 years old on the secondth of September ; A day to remember a mother's suffering but immense joy ; A day of birth.

I love beautiful sounds. Sounds such as the chimes of bells, the chirping of birds under the diffused morning light, and music. Music makes my ears alive, it makes me human.

   If you watch me closely, I scrutinize often. I study the human behaviour and I analyze emotions. Emotions keep a heart continually burning. The heart is the manipulator, just like everything else, it gets wounded, it bleeds. But when enough time had traveled past, it turns into cherry blossoms. The aroma fills the space, the seabed of your heart lights up instantly. 

  And 'He' lit up mine.

  Eyes. I believe that in everybody's eyes, there's a story hiding behind. When I look into your eyes, I see euphoria, a diadem of silvery stars. When I look closer, sometimes, I see poignancy, a heavy density leaf, sinking-- To the depths of the earth core.

  I sit by the edge of the car and I look out of the window. I see Trees, Flowers, Skies that fill the area with bursting joy. Through these nature, I seek my ocean of serenity. It gives me belief, that this earth have something indiscernible, waiting for us humans, to unfold the layer.

In my story to tell, there will be many a crevice. But these gaps, are for you to fill in. You fill the gaps, I will tell you my life. 

XX,

2013 July 7 

Mood: Midnight