Friday, November 23, 2007
King Solomon has his touch of gold. Everything he touched turned to GOLD. Even his cat and wife turned to gold when they were kissed or patted. Those little actions of affection might turn things beautiful, but is that what he wanted, did he want his wife and cat to turn into cold hard rock made of gold, they cant show how they feel back ever again. Eventually, love is not returned and soon ran out.
I have a gift, but not the touch of gold... I dont know why, lately but I am given a gift, I can make things that are so beautiful very easily, the beauty of these gifts has captivated my heart. It made me smile. But then again these beauty had come by so easily that it has always been short lived.
Is it fair? But life isn't fair, what more can I ask of? But no one told me, I mean no one told me that bad incidents come in an endless string, hitting you down, pinning you back to the ground even when you havent even got a hold of yourself from the previous fall.
Though I cant be hasty, some of the beauty still remains strong and lasting. Not of a Sakura which beauty is divine but not lasting, whittlers through the passing day. But there are some,who yet still consist of vogue, passion, elegance. But to be honest, these beauty cant be said by words, sometimes too beautiful it turns an eye sore, but it's imprinted in your mind that can never be erased. Like photographs we take when we see a eye catching scenery, the beauty at that moment forever stays in the photo.
But as time change, this beauty alters, the scenery changes, the green turns to brown, but then again nature is something special, the beauty will grow back again. Just wait, as things turn ugly before beautiful. Although it is the latest bloom, it will be the most beautiful of all.
I cant bring back the beauty, but then I've lived with the beauty. I lived with it to the fullest.
You can say that like the world holds many wonders, many beauties. Yes, I agree, there are a lot of beautiful things in the world, but they are not the same. Each has their own specialty, each and everyone has its differences which makes them one of a kind. Once its gone, it might never come back, but its rare, it might come when you didnt expect it the most.
To those beautiFULL things who have gone with the wind, I adored each and everyone of you. Those that are still around here with me, I take need you the most now, I have now found the reason to appreciate it more.
silenced at 11/23/2007 01:28:00 AM
