It started off as a glimpse of ray lights
dancing through a breach.
The murk of a foggy night starts to ingress.
Some say it’s just a stationary feeling
of weakness, even a Grinch.
Closer to an edge, how pitiful it is.
Maybe a grip, come what may,
a birth of hope’ll soon come true.
The darkness inside me may further ado.
A flicker of hope for a mysterious knight,
who knows who,
to come to rescue me, make my light through.
Last 30 posts on my #dailyjournal
- Why I started Photography
- What is Death?
- Rare Occasions
- Living the Past (Part 7)
- Deck of Cards
- Talented People are the Saddest
- Where do I get inspirations for blogging?
- Drives You Nuts
- They Will Stay
- Living the Past (Part 6)
- Why do we cry when we laugh?
- Do Not Expect Too Much
- Your Voice is Beautiful
- Looking for a Sign
- Living the Past (Part 5)
- Why do we sacrifice for love?
- Living the Past (Part 4)
- The Most Complicated Rule to Follow
- My Saviour (CLRF Music)
- Errors Educate
- Longboard Experience
- Do Not Give Up That Easily
- We All Seek For Miracles
- You Cannot Be Everything to Someone
- Living the Past (Part 3)
- Do What You Do Best
- You Cannot Turn Back Time
- The Outlaw Couple
- At Least I Tried
- Away From Home