The morning is a bright shimmering white ,
The afternoon a fiery red that burns through closed eyelids while the lazy air is thick and humid ,
Twilight glows blue .
Neon at times ,
Other times sapphire .

Sometimes it will look like the world has turned itself upside down and the sea is floating above you while you stand watching from the sky .
Sometimes at that time of day you could almost put your hands into the air and catch a star in clammy hands .

And sometimes there is a twinkle in the twilight's eye ,
Because it hears the secrets of lovers on the wind ,
Words that slip out of lips in the comfort of semi-darkness .
That's when the day ends .

Maybe it's midnight ,
Maybe in midsummer .
Close your eyes .
Shh . 

People who drone themselves into the same mundane routine repetitiously are not called humans .
They have been cursed living each minute without knowing what previllage is .

Constantly winded up to be summon for labor but not leisure purposes .
These androids must break the unwritten decree to stretch thier abilities and strengths .

Primitively ,
They were humans but since they oblige this abnormal pathway ,
They are only mere cyborgs .

Remember the game of love?
We all had atleast played it once..

But the think is,
We never get tired of playing with it.

Eventhough it causes catasthrope and miseries,
We still keep on playing it.

Because the addiction of being loved or to be in love is so surreal.
You can never imagine how love plays an important role in our very existence.

The word love itself is Le Tour De Force.

We all revolve around a cube where the atmosphere only breeds dull puppets to work in order to live . This kind of mundane routine doesn't do any good if one only knows black and white .

They should grab chances and opportunities in mid air while splashing themself with colours of the world .

By just doing that ,
Enchanted figurines begin to inhale life .

After decades of following this colourful concept ,
This minor figurines has evolved into humans which occupies character and feelings that shows through shapes and sizes .

If you're still a puppet ,
Try using crayons to colour your life .

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Everyone is living in thier own dimension whether they notice it or not.
Some live happily while some  live otherwise.

But we have the one same multi coloured wire that connect us all.

Everyone have and had the one chance which is life.
They have their every right to change or not to change thier current world.

People don't make decisions for you,
Only you do.

The journey 

I create my own pathway using raw materials and natural substances barefootedly .
The wire cords are loose and the uneven planks are incomplete ,
But it's still intact and usable .

Eventhough there are flaws along the narrow bridge, 
But the end product much worth it .

Gratifying !
With excessive amount of experiences that sag around my being .

Simply by ,
Learning through trial and error in the first place.

May I ask ,
What type of pathway did you create ?

We all get trapped into wanting to prove others wrong and make ourselves right.

We go on being right instead of being alive and open to other people's opinions and experiences .

There are many instances in life where being right about something has no real payoff .

We are driven to be right even though it could cost us severely in terms of friendship, money, physical injury, satisfaction, happiness or aliveness .

Thus ,
Do you prefer that you be right or that you be happy ?
That's the primary question .