what is this?

whats for you today?
When i was this stereotypical,backyard junkie, not thinking of the future person, i
never wonder nor even come up to an idea or ask myself, what's in store for me
today? why? Because simply i am already surviving.You get what you want, you do
what you want. It's a no holds bar type of game or to make it short you have your
own FREEDOM. Who wouldn't want to live on a place where the grass is green and the
gates are shining? where the beach is waving and the sun is smiling? Where food is
abundant and friends are sharing. It is an everyday FIESTA (FEAST). But the
inquisitive part happen when people start leaving. The day will still end. It's a cycle. But
 still, WHY ARE YOU NOT ASKING, what is in store for me today?
Satiated by the cycle maybe you'll start asking. There is NO satisfaction for human
beings. Sooner or later we will be craving for something, maybe someone or anything,

considering you already have both of things and social needs

I guess its permanent, part of like a human bonding. We never really run out of ideas
or words, actions rather. We are ultimately infinite in every aspects and situations. But
why do we come up with too much problems and conflicts with our own counterpart If
we are really infinite in such ways?
       Now you are starting to ask questions.
The mere fact that you started asking something, makes you the real you.
Questions in life are infinite as well so that makes you you. Now you are being
productive. The moment you free yourself from all of that cumbersome and
perplexities you can start breathing life. So next time you woke up start asking
questions.

stereotypicals

 "Door squeaks on rusted hinge,
hunting sounds with chimes that sing,
embrace the night with solemnity,
free and bold without uncertainty"

the clash

Then it all ends. You simply feel guilt with all those unfairly words and contrition rather, A sudden stop of your greatest cycle beyond the imaginable and unthinkable. The feeling of immense desperation might be present. Ridiculously and absurd but it is highly acknowledge and normal at these times and occasions. Considering the amount of rusty thoughts and delivered words by our dirty mouth. Yes, now I’m on a hot sit, nowhere to go, nothing to say, purely opposite of the past. A steady eyes, harmless hands, blunt thoughts. Watching things hardly fade out. Can’t even share my greetings on her special day, which is in fact today. Still, I could care less. They say day by day nothing seems to change, but pretty soon, everything's different. Yes it’s hard for me to beat that streak or maybe it was really written, the script for me I guess? No one knows. But the fact, there is no greater feeling than being with that someone who’s very special.  Not aware it could be your last touch, the last scent, our last glimpse, the last breath or barely the last of the lasts. So make the most out of it, will you?

meet MOE-MOE

trivia : Clownfish or anemonefish are fishes from the subfamily Amphiprioninae in the family Pomacentridae.
Clownfish are sequential hermaphrodites, meaning that they develop into males first, and when they mature, they become females. 


(MOE doing his thing,swimming on his tank @room204)

"meet moe"

artist : frigor

copyright : august022011