Sigh. When I can't write something inspirational I let pictures do the talking.

Reflection: What will the storm bring? wonders fragility.
Who am I? I am too small!
I wish to be bigger, I wish to be bigger...

I made you as you are, and gave you what you have
I control the winds of change, and give you grace to endure
Do not despise the lessons you have been given
I will be here for you, as I was for David

Armoured regiment

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A phrase a day keeps the dragoons at bay!

Had a close shave with a panic attack today because I realized some deadlines are looming closer and no one else is worried :( Plus, when school ends and most people are gone I don't know who will be doing the legwork. Wait, I do know who shall play the light calvary in November! But I can't do it alone!

I can (i) charge ahead (and probably die in action) (ii) flee (which I hate) (iii) try and find a faulty portcullis and sneak into the enemy's stronghold.

warning: real life

I knew it, I saw it coming, I allowed it to happen. saw the red alert flashing/narrow grin/slit eyes/beautiful face/i'm sure a good soul-mixed up with-the haze of the day, coming right up!
I'm a small fry.

*insert Munch's 'The Scream' here*

multiple paths divergent onto the unbeaten track
the signboards are wrong, I seem to think,
while everyone else is asleep.

I'd try to write coherently but it's 1am after Rachmaninov in the wild west and I'm too scared to show myself for who I really am.
good nite!

Two-way mirror

I saw a man through the looking glass
And knew he wasn't quite ok
From afar he looked normal enough
But on closer inspection his mind was a little grey

He sat alone with a smile on his face
Talking to no one in particular
At times, he would flap his hands about
And yet, that kind smile, I wouldn't call peculier

He had an air of gentle ease
Not self-conscious in the least
No one bothered about him much
He was, to them, a leaf in the breeze

Try as I might, I couldn't tell what
Day-dream he was indulging, for
That smile on his face, like Mr Cat's
Was as enigmatic as a closed door.

Hello, my friend, I said to him
Right across the looking glass
Our eyes met for one brief sec
And he saw another closed door.

peek-a-poo

"What a dump...I just told you, What a DUMP!"  exclaimed Martha (or something like that)

A pekingese poodle
Sat eating noodle
Picking her nose and, hey!

Along came a mobster
And shot her fox trotter
Who left her nothing but hay.