Shore.

I've always dreamed of waking up at the dawn of a late summer day, it'd be about 3 or 4 in the morning, or even earlier, for the sun hadn't had its say on the horizon to the east, which was still dazzled with a mixture of deep blue and peachy red. We'd roll up the blinds and yawn so wide it'd break our jaws; we'd load the trunk with just underwear and water guns; we'd let the car windows down and feel the cool breezes on the highway; I'd catch a sleep when you'd drive; you'd tap a thin blanket on me; when I woke up we'd have already stopped, and you'd be smiling, your teeth all shiny and your eyes all shrink to creases. I'd shake my head and open my eyes and definitely feel fresh and alive, as the salty air fluxed in my nostrils exerting a sense of complete release from everything. And as I ran to the shore, pitching sand high up in the air, and finally dipped my feet in the cool water, you came from behind and wrapped your arms around me, the sun rising from the womb of the sea, glamor and gleam, waves crashing, like me crashing in you.

On a Warm April Night

So I guess that's what this blog is all about, I mean, about me, my life and myself. Egocentric, everything should be me-related. But the problem is when it gets to anything me-related, it will grow distant from me, the subject matter, and close to some sonuvabitch and his annoying misconducts.

I want to write fictions, real fictions, complicated fictions, that's what I aim for. Too bad every time I set my hands on the keyboard, all I do is whining about my lousy activities that last from day to day, never-ending and everlasting. I also want to write essays on a variety of subjects. Right now I don't know what is the problem with me, I think I don't have time-management skills or something.

I've been quite cheerful lately, due to the fact that my lovelife has gotten so much better and sweeter. Of course you can't expect to obtain any leaked information here, but I still have to tell you that it's mostly what I give my thoughts to these days.

Anyway it's 1:32 in the morning, and I'm sounding like some creepy old dude so good night to those reading this.