limitless combinations.

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I look at a bustling street to realise:

never will
the same people be
at the same place
as once.


and I
can’t help but wonder:

isn’t this telling of
the lives we’re living?

a few steps here or
a few steps there
and my life is a new life
and your life, too,

changes?

-Toto

p.s. wrote that last night. just random stuff.
oh & last exam left. back to frequent blog posts soon!
🙂  

Figured Out.

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Better a cruel truth than a comfortable delusion.
― Edward Abbey

perhaps uncertainty is not so foreign after all
and we remain determined in proposing
that you and I reside in a place far more
orderly but look around to see the crowds,
a messed-up mass of people voicing this
confusion to sound all normal, like lying
to ourselves has become so supremely
human that you and I abide to those who

rise above others
proclaim beyond measure:

“we’ve got it all figured out.”

oh we, practitioners of delusion,
have perfected our methods, at last. 

 

-Toto
p.s.  featured image is the
 japanese symbol for ‘truth’

Best/Worst

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The best of surprises are people.

When you are given a reason not to despair for they’re there to be around you, now and perhaps for how ever long forever lasts. You are known by them and together, you, all of you, are as though no other. As if the word “belong” could only be defined on that day, when you and them, defined what it meant to be inseparable. Remember how the world seemed to fit together like there was no need for you to go on any longer, not without your desires, held in your hands and then their hands, mending you, but really just mending each other.

Such palms of such content people.
Nothing could make this any better.

But who knew nothing was all you’d be left with.

 

The worst of surprises are people.

-Toto

Cherishing — A Chat.

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I’ve been meaning to write a straight-forward-ish post for a really long time now. As you might’ve noticed, there’s been a surge in the poetry category here at ToW. Truth is, for me, it is much easier to convey things in writing, behind a shroud of vagueness that comes with poetry. I don’t even know if that’s how poetry should be? I mean it ought to make things clearer, right? ANYWAY.

But yeah. The newest thing so far is: school. 
As I’ve mentioned in my previous post(s), some time back in November 2014, I moved to a different city. And now I’ve finally started school here i.e. I’m the “new kid”…it’s not that bad, to be honest. 😛

ANYWAY#2, I wouldn’t like to bore you with mundane school related talk so let’s move on..

You know, It’s difficult not to miss what you’re no longer part of. Being a stranger to your surroundings is no doubt, intimidating and nerve-wreaking and can be really, really upsetting. But hey, we all (or at least most of us..) know those hardships pretty well. What we don’t so much notice or appreciate is how all things familiar, were once, not. Like somehow:
time twists and turns and poof!
Comfort comes.

You can’t map this change on paper or even explain it as well as you can thoroughly feel it.

Such an incredible phenomenon is incredibly human.

It reminds us that we are not confined to being a single puzzle’s lonesome piece. Sure, certain people elevate us in terms of feeling content or better, but the lack of this elevation doesn’t mean you forget that you’re still standing.

And that alone, is worth cherishing.


-Toto

A Self Reminder.

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Be fierce for your betterment but better yet;
 be fierce for the betterment of others.


 And if you must tire and stumble,
be certain that gravity too,
could act against itself to lift you up;
only if the audacity to not stay fallen, 
o v e r s h a d o w s
those bruised knees 
&

your battered self


 You must walk for those can not walk,
yet dream of it.


-Toto

p.s. the header photo’s a drawing for my Facebook project where “I draw every day for 1 year” called Story of Progression.
That one was DAY 134. 🙂

1 Year Blog Anniversary.

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In the beginning,
everything seems feeble and unimportant;

not enough to matter.

And yet one grabs on and holds onto a beginning as if it were, though feeble and unimportant, the only vine worth holding onto.

Self believe can seem no less than a planting but know this, its roots run deep, holding onto you, as if you too were the only vine worth grabbing, in that seemingly mightier forest.

 

And so it goes, content in even just the bond with your beginning.

But slowly, yet surely, beginning grows and for the first time ever, it lifts you up, just a tad bit higher. Of course, you chuckle it away as if cautious to not let the enormity of your pride make it any heavier for your beginning. Oh you wouldn’t ever want that, not for the once feeble and unimportant.

Ergo you take a deep breathe and tell yourself to let the awe make you lighter and you close your eyes, cautious yet again to let not the sight of it vanish but instead let it sink from your vision and drizzle onto those roots, ones that run deep within you.

 

So that every once in a while, even in all the eventual growth of your beginning, you feel the awe change into the drizzle, begin to awaken the remembrance of a beginning before your beginning.

 

When your roots emerged.


For people shone and words, they gifted.

And then it began to matter.


 

THANK YOU so much to all you wonderful people and for all your wonderful support. I can’t begin to tell you HOW much it means to me.
😀
I’m kind of really ridiculous at phrasing my appreciation…
hence, why I ended up writing a metaphorical-ish (maybe vague? ) piece instead..  
^^’
(AND why it took me about a week to finish this post..)
But seriously, this milestone leaves me 100% awestruck.
Thank you for making it possible.  
Oh and there’s a lot more planned for the year ahead that I’m far too excited for. ToW would surely be honoured by your presence!  😉

 

Much Love,
Toto.

WE, HUMANS.

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We, fickle things, us humans.
Ever needing to think: we need not become dependant. In an effort to soothe our hearts, the same hearts, that just wanted to have people to rely on. So mighty in that fort of yours; high walls of barren, empty halls. Numbness of the cold, not from some snow, but by being alone in the misery of your self-built comfort.
Oh we, ironic things, us humans.


-Toto

p.s. on a vacation + a week left until “________”
^^’