I sense...

I sense your presence in this virtual world.
I sense that your eyes are prying on every words.
I sense that your mind is reading between the lines.

I hope I am sensing right.
I just don't feel your sense of acknowledgement.
Are you thinking what I'm sensing ?

It's you that I'm sensing.
You that I found in this virtual abode.
You that I dismissed in the moment of uncertainty.

If it is you. I'm waiting.

While you were sleeping...He decides.

He decided that a wall of water will devour everything in its path.

While I was sleeping...
on the comfort of my slumber pad.
I feel numb...not knowing what is His plan next.
As only He knows. We only plan.
We plan. He decides.

For those that perished in that moment of doom. Our prayers will be with you.
For those alive, cherish every moments by reciting our love to Him and His Creations.

Hmmm...shall i succumb to silence?

I miss the past.
The past of space and the escape from reality.
Not a need to be in the realm of human interdependence.

I have to learn to be silent. Silent is peace.
Just smile and make peace.
To hear, to listen and to make peace.

Have I lost my touch with the little ones?
Have I lost my touch ?

I'm writing this and I am confused.
Confused of my emotional rights.

The emotional rights of depositing my love to whom.
To many who wants and I want it back too.

For the future,
I'm back then I want to flee. With His blessing.
I'm not bother to be in pair or be it ONE.
As, I have them.

This year, I shall be engaged.
Engage to them, engage to charity and engage to fulfill my dream.
In short. I'll be busy.

Today I'm writing as the confusionist.