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Hope. Joy.. Feelings cloaked as words.

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love so simple

The somnolent gaze of the moon peeked through the window panes of the dimly lit living room where I sprawled across the sofa, lying lazily after a routine schedule of work. Jane was not home yet. Thousands of possibilities shot... Continue Reading →

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waiting for peach blossoms to bloom.

Sauntering mindlessly through the shopping mall that was fully furbished Chinese New Year decorations- mostly red-and-golden themed- orchestrated by the jolly festive songs that jived in flawlessly with the festivity. My phone heavy in my pocket, my heart was absent... Continue Reading →

2019, REACH!

2018 was a fruitless yet fruitful year, a year where I went through the depths of hell and came back up unscathed, resurrected with a new-found message from God- reach. Here rests the past of 2018, an unforgettable lesson, dreaded... Continue Reading →

One Lost Sheep

. lost . blind . wandering in nothingness the pasture where green promulgates at sight, wholly. pondering about castles built in the air wondering about directions in the vastness of aimlessness. "where am i?" "why am i still here?" questions... Continue Reading →

2018, Always.

This year had been a tough one, a roller-coaster ride, a roundelay, a nightmare, an awakening. I had not been productive at all, throughout the years of my life, this had been the most unproductive year of them all. Not... Continue Reading →

K

"Come. Let's take a picture together." Cream said as she pulled K nearer into her embrace. The wrenching pain that both of them had to endure was immense, almost idiotic, but what is love when it could be explained? Beep... K... Continue Reading →

Completing A Portrait

At the start of November, I attempted to do 水墨画 (shui mo hua) using her, Hsiao, as a model. I did not ask for her permission or whatsoever, I wanted to give the portrait to her as soon as I... Continue Reading →

Gift

My heart was pounding anxiously against my chest, I was sweating profusely although it was the winter. Quivering, shaking, I needed to calm myself down, or else screwing up would be premeditated. I stood singularly in front of her door,... Continue Reading →

re: hope #29

the thin gossamer thread that i held on for years it has not snapped nor has it torn apart, it remained stout, sturdy and solid. Through the depths hell, Over the nine mountains and eight seas, There is nothing That... Continue Reading →

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