I'm just really feeling dry today. Sad. Frustrated. I feel that life, my life, is just a petty turbulence created on the water where a craft or vessel has passed. It never wounded the sea and still the sea is the same. In that moment when the craft passed, a person might look at the water, blurry. I feel I am just that wave, that discordant and ephemeral wave. Who cares? Who notices? I am buried in the silence of my own helplessness. Forgive me, I'm just truthful with what I am feeling. I dreamed of nothing now. I sing of my own frustration. When the world goes topsy turvy, the comforter becomes the one who needs to be comforted. But hey, I just saw a smile passing by from TL Jovie, so gentle smiles still exist huh! I'll pray I'll be fine. Just like the setting aside of a leaf after it has turned to brown, about to fall by and to caress the roots of a tree, this humble simple being does not complain, does not say and prophesy its doom. The beauty of every discovery, the beauty of everything as is. As is, give it one more echo in my mind. I can feel it is a drumbeat inside. Let it be. As is. Say as is.