jute bags and lychees, they're not similar right? i'm new, and i know that one's a fruit, and the other's not really edible, my brain whispers within itself, "that's gotta be a stupid observation" but i wonder why, i saw a father and a daughter, carrying jute bags and lychees. the daughter, tiny, still curious about the world, the father, making sure his daughter holds just enough weight to not burden her, but to still let her carry her own. as i moved past them, and they from me, the little girl waived at me, with the same hand with the jute bag carrying the lychees, the other still holding her father's hand. i didnt know the jute bags had lychees in them, till that little girl waived, and a few tumbled down across the street from the bag, I'm new, and a few lychees roll down on the street, its evening, the hues make it seem almost like, it was meant to happen. seeing what had happened, the father was e...
if patience against malice has a name, let it not be muttered, for all the saints would know better to weep, than to criticise first, let the bitterness of lillies be shrunk to fit into a palm, for anger cannot be grasped longer for than when it is yearned, let these ill desires be named and those names be ruined, for this will be a place constructed not in time, but by time, and hidden forms of deep caves would be found in reflections, not of mirrors and rivers, but in words, all soft and muttered, and in the loud ones too. so heave and leave, for the bitterness of lillies shall always remain pure, and the quicker the wickedly warms you up, the better you'd be played against your desires. ~ sb