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Saturday, January 27, 2007

GLASS


Yes, it's that not-so-keen material everyone gets interacted with near everyday. We see them on cars, homes, even handphones. So much more, that it'd drive me partly insane if I were to list every single thing that make use of it's durability and purposes. Sometimes, you walk around in IKEA and come across nicely authored piece of glass container or something. In funny and artistic shapes, some are tall and a little off shape, where some are nicely tinted with vibrant colours.


I took a second look, third and fourth continuous look at them.. to mention, they are perfect. Created by high pressure from sand to such crystal clear artifact, how much efforts had our scientists put in to create works as such which sets my mind to fascination and pure admiration. Because sometimes, I feel as though I'm behind a glass and on the other hand is something I want a lot. No, I mean, I wish for alot. I imagine myself to be in an empty room and right smack in the middle is a tall glass wall, which separates me from all my desires. And all I can, is to gently run my fingers down this flawless piece of thing, creating light mists on it by my breathes of desperate wants. Helplessly but to only think, are Man made to ordain such pain of not having something they want so much. Or Heaven's telling me I'm getting it soon. Very pathetically, I can't seemed to break the thick standing glass. But yet I love it's flawlessness and I seriously admire that. I love the sense of making me work so hard to get something I want, I love the feeling of it trying to stop me from something at the same time telling me that for something I want, I have to wait and work hard.







I have to wait and work hard. Hard.



Since you left me dead laid here ;
[8:49 PM]