Sweet Intoxication of Brandy.

Thursday, April 20, 2006

Life - Abridge(d) version @ 12:34 AM

Just had my dinner, looking at the time, seems kind of late to call it a dinner. Perhaps I took longer as I had a slow stroll back. Somehow I seem to walk a lot slower when I am alone, maybe because I am always deep in thought when I am alone. The chilly weather did not manage to spur me to hasten up. Contrary, I slow down even more. The chill shrouded me, sending pulses of tingling sensation down my arms and up my face. I like the feeling in a weird way. It makes me feel alive, holding less doubt that I am just a walking zombie, or someone who do not exist.

As I took the steps one by one up the overhead bridge, it makes me realize this is so much like life. Climbing and climbing, never to give up until the top is reached, then we will walk along a flat horizon, enjoying our comfort zone, then finally our life will be a decline, walking down the steps till the opposite end is reached. Through the process, people will cross your path, beyond all that happens in front and behind you, cars similar to the events will come and go beneath you. It is so easy to look down and get affected. But one must never forget to look up, that is where the stars are, where the gentle serene and tranquility is to be found.

But tonight, the stars are hiding, and the bridge is empty. I am alone after all, naturally alone again. I look down again, it is so much easier. And I look down again on the descending steps. When will it be my end? Where will be my end? What will be my end?

-The end-

Nobody

Name: Brandon

A broken bottle of liqueur,
Empty and stale without a single ripple.
Brewed in the forgotten year of 1984,
A spirit that none will tip to pour.
Lock up in a cold cellar of no summer or fall,
Maybe it has no right to ask for any more.
Will you buy it and bring it out to thaw,
Give it some warm or amore