Sometimes things end before they are said
Before they are sung
I can't cry another day
So I'll pretend that I'm okay
Back to the drawing board I go.
The summer is coming to an end. Goodbye white sandy beaches and blue umbrella skies. And hello autumn.
After turning 21, it feels like I have opened my eyes wider than ever before. I have more interest in the perils that awaits the world. Recession. Climate Change. Wars. The Time's magazine is indeed my window pane to the world. There hasn't been a period in my lifetime where I believe that we need strong leadership in our nations to tackle the many problems the world is facing. We need our faith in our governments to be restored again. A renewed hope.
I said to someone, when tragedy strikes human compassion shines at its most brilliance. And can that be any clearer after the Black Saturday bush fires. The millions of dollars from ordinary Australians who gave generously. I was told a boy called in to donate all the money he had in his piggy bank. He had to break it open and count the coins. I remember walking outside that day, a scorching 46 degrees and persistent, gusty winds. I felt the sun pierce my skin. And the thought that one person purposely lit those fires tugs at the heart strings because so many people lost their lives dishonorably. I pray that love and human compassion rebuild those towns once again.
It's been a good summer. I redefined myself in many ways. Not to mention I raised the bar for the next valentines day. A very high bar to overcome. Maybe next time it will be serenading her as she stands at her window sill and rose petals sprinkled all over her lawn. One can only romanticise and I won't be far off it. I am quite the romanticist I've been told. And my flowery rhetoric proves that right?
Choosing my own flowers for the arrangement. Pink roses. Orange Frangipani. White/Pink lilies.
Hidden in a locker at state library. Post it notes giving clues of where to go next. And a heart shaped lollypop waiting at Suga QV. And a card. What a girl wants right?
But it wasn't enough.
University starts again for me. The final semester. And yet another phase of my life will begin to distance itself to a mere memory. And off i go...
2 comments:
finally an update david... i like your whole serenading idea such a romantic. think of so many romantic scenes in your head. just such a romantic it makes me laugh :P
haha yeah! it was just a joke anyway. i dont think il go to that extreme ;) but hopefully my singing improves this year. im trying to enroll into a singing class haha woooo
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