Sleepless in June's Heat

Elusive, O you slumber!

Mind at play

Body in disarray

Sweat drippin

From the heat smokin'

With the hammering thuds

Of the nearby fixture

All the more

The eyes to stare

On  the white ceiling

Come now

O sleep

To peace I shall rest

But nowhere

Are you passing

None at all

My stupor

Acquainted to jam

My creative thinking

MAC

Respring

I'm so damn bad!!!

Every teardrop is a waterfall.

If you're in to the alternative genre, you knew that the second line of this post is a song title. But why did i say i'm so damn bad? Because i realized that i stepped beyond the border far enough for me to look back that i can no longer run back in a flash.

Merci

is all that i await...

Compassion

is my only hope...

KSA: Lookin Back, camping in the desert

... it's two am here in the desert, we're on the outskirts of riyadh saudi arabia, the atmosphere is  essentially satisfying for the cold air is caressing my face, bringing a chilling to the bone icey coldness, nevertheless it is bearable and it's as if i'm in the brink on the endurance of letting go. 

All my comrades in adventure were asleep, deep into slumber below the shine and smooth glare of the smiling moon towering above the desert. The clouds were mere paint of imaginations playing around the only source of light in our surroundings (our small fire got burnt out, and the headlight of the car got turned off). It simply is a perfect romantic ambience, yet the feeling of solitude cannot be denied.




Up next, on our way to the RED SAND... the shot below is courtesy of Romy.

Jen Barber: IT Crowd

Laughtrip till you cry...

Mr Meowmers

This is a sad story...




:)