The Past

Awareness of Doing the Wrong Thing

Don't blame people who are involved in an affair. I am sure they know what they are doing is wrong. But if you see the bigger picture, there must be something a lot stronger than anything going on -- even stronger than the awareness of doing the wrong thing itself. Don't blame them because they know it is wrong without anybody judging or telling. They know, at the end, there will be no justification regarding of what they have done. I am not saying there is righteousness involves in between affairs. I am just saying, let alone time fix everything. There is always a reason for everything. Always.

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Invisible Room

Image and video hosting by TinyPicIt is not about belongings, I am yours and you are mine, and we have a complete control of each other. No, it's not about that. It is about feeling secure, knowing you are there for me by wanting me enough to complete your life. Complete the thunder storm weather kind of day. Being each other personal alarm clock. It is about having faith, even though we are million miles apart, pursuing our own will and dreams, we are still bound in one. It is about the strong will that our dreams do not stop us. And distance? is nothing. It is about awareness and trust we are two individuals with two different characteristics rotating in different part of the world. We live, we are moving and as long as we are moving, friction is always there. It is about coming together to fight the feeling of missing. It is about knowing we are in this together, hand in hand. We are in this room, an invisible room, lies in distance, connecting us with its own way, against all the odds of morning and evening -- time difference, till we win. Then we will meet, oh boy, when we meet, world will stop at our feet.

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I Had A Dream Last Night We Drove Out to See Las Vegas

It has been a far, far journey from home. The track I have plotted unconsciously and silently went wild along with nature. This was not precisely the way I imagined this land would be like. This was so much more. I might have missed all the little details when I built this paradise on earth concept in my head that drew beautifully with no sign of flaw. I forgot the little details which was very basic and essential; then as I stroke carefully with my bare hands on to the canvas, I went aware. There, I could feel the uneven surface, the fritters of previous sketch and failed skewed line.

I thought perfection exist.

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But it was not. There was only a simple compromise looking at something imperfect. It was about looking beyond what you see with naked eyes. It was about swallowing bullshit by choosing which worth to give a shit. Perfection only burns. Burn in flame till it eat you bravely then left nothing but ashes of memories -- I was not sure what was lost; and I was not really trying to find any. But collection of still images hardly lie. The smile, the ray flickered through the eyes. They were not present these past couple of weeks. I have had better sunny days.

On the other hand, I do not mind getting burned. I need that intensity of sparks that stimulates my nerves. I need to feel something, again. Now all that left was stranger's warmth hospitality while I was holding Kerouac's book this morning. At least the rain did not kill anything else but my feeble spirit. But hey, let's just not underestimate summer's miracle. Magic might just around the corner.

A piece by : Fiya Muiz
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