outdoor observation 01

daydream convert into words and sounds

Outdoor observation 01

The gates stuck through the freedom that they have lost within its melancholy detainment.

Perpetual yet eternal, the sun-burned shirts that are worn on their naked existences eventually make their way home back to the sunny seashore.

The rocky cliffs with tiny speckles of sand spread all over without the encouraging wills, ended up with a continuous yelp in the sounds of echo’s whispers.

Nimbly, they both fall into places where the river-fall dances by the descending-pull of the gravity.

The illuminations that fall upon the glazes of milky flavoured cookies, these hand-made delicacies do capture the vibrancy of milky ways with the taste of buttery milk powder.

Glowing and shining over their idiosyncrasies, laughing and chattering in the language that’s audible when they murmur in one another’s ears.

Intertwine vortexes and contours shapes of deformed hearts.

Twisting their strings of wire in the way of how I play with my tangling hair.

The two moons display their uniqueness on the stage up above, decide to play the role of twin protagonists in the late-night theatre.

Dropping their precious dews deliberately from the corner of their eyes.

Playing pretend eventually becomes a common emotional touch-up where a bad show becomes a good one.

The sounds of the brewing machine evaporate its sigh with the mellow scent of coffee and the cracking of exotic coconuts.

The golden tawny looking cookies, baked lightly with the sweet taste of sugar and milk powder dressed upon their welcoming appearances.

The vintage style of brewing machine, decorated in the hue of dark golden brown, stained awkwardly by their sturdy-looking spirits in the mirror of a fragile glass door.

With a swift, obtuse movements in the expend of time, I suddenly proceed my adventure onto my next designated dimension.