Lonely Green Leaf: May 2012

Leaf is my identity, looks fragile, simple, but necessary, and it's green as it's alive, only lonely, as it's alone in the jungle of life.

Yes, the existence of leaf is not limited merely by space and time, but simply comes and goes following the cycle of life.

That's how the stories here are narrated, as it was witnessed by the lonely green leaf.

Just remember, life is not really alive when you cannot use and express your own imagination freely.

But if that's happen, just read the leaf imagination narrated here, and dream of it.

Friday, May 25, 2012

Lonely Bench

Why bench? And why talk about loneliness? And why is it important? And how it is connected? Simply, it's because people should sit on a bench (especially when they are enjoying something), then the absent of people shows an emptiness.

A lonely bench, somewhere in the middle of nowhere, about a month ago, on one of beautiful days on the very beginning of August. It's Summer time, weather was good, people was around to enjoy the smell and cheerful of summer, but the bench was alone. I took a piece of this bench's story, save it as a memory of a life.

Something about Me

I'm ordinary but unique. I'm not perfect but some mimic me.

Whatever you think about me, James Blunt thinks I'm beautiful, Maroon 5 says I will be loved, One Republic agrees everybody loves me, Faith no more confirms I'm easy like Sunday morning. But the most of all, Coldplay calls me the scientist.

Well, No doubt shouts don't speak, but Bon Jovi says, (I want to) make a memory. So, it is the reason of Hoobastank that encourages me to write this blog.

It is for me, and for whoever wants me to share with.