When was the last time you lied down, either on a hammock, a cranky-wanky recliner, or just that cool green carpet of grass, looking up to the sky and gazed at them?
It fascinates me, to watch them floating their way while letting the wind changes their shapes, such transformation that provokes man's thoughts and imagination and/or creativity, that inspires them to compose songs that might bring him fame and fortune; or sketches that might end up as masterpiece of art; or even poems that might touch thousands or millions of hearts and souls...
Occasionally, comes a birdie, or a kite, or even that silver plane, emerges from nowhere and diverge our attention,somehow such interruption reflects our current thoughts (and mood); some might even remind us the dreams we bear in our heart, for we're the ones to decide they're possible achievable, or just remained undiscovered, barred from ordeals we face in life....
As ur thoughts wander like the floating clouds in the sky, we'll end up dozing off by the afternoon heat, embraced in slumber to rest our tired minds, or get up from day-dreaming (or the insect bites), move on to continue our work, instead of drowning ourselves in that so-called fantasies that might brought us nothing...time to get back to reality and kick some @$$.....
At least, i think, that little moment of procrastination's quite harmless, infact it might restore our mind and soul back to equilibrium, to the proper state of sanity and sober, for we have tormented our souls with unwanted/forced commitments and obligations...
At least it doesnt feel that tensed, at least we gained back some strength to keep going on, at least the feeling of knowing that we're still alive, and the desire to survive, still burns inside us.....
