The shadows of a flame seems flickering when the wind blows. The wick of the lamp seems ugly, all hasten; when the flame lit off and a dark plumes soars, its more uglier. It is sometime good to put a hand as a jacket and save that flame, at least we can enjoy the shapeless silhouette, black yet fabulous. Life needs to be trimmed, sometimes from the tides or ferocious waves,we all need to feel protected sometime in life, until we are safe,just to enjoy the land, to reach a far way land with tales to share, with stories to lived for.
I have mountain of work to do professionally,personally,spiritually,creatively and technically and many other-ally. But I am procrastinating on all of them or most of them.So, I end up blogging instead.Slowly nudging my ducks in a row :p
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