i present to you poison apples through a mirror.

shot in black and white, and then recoloured using photoshop.

I finally gotten down to transferring some photos I took a while back.

Took me a while to get the kids to settle down, but the time was worth it.

thoughts and ideas in my head,
swimming and flowing through.
eyes wide shut, my mighty pen
press upon the plain white face.
the tip of the mighty scratches a line,
then another joins and forms;
a heavy stroke of wiggly swirl,
painting small scribbles of a picture.
the voice in the head forms the words,
and within the veins cruising and flow,
like blood, the words seep through and forms…
a permanent stain upon the white,
these thought left behind a mark.
once written out – only an empty shell
and i know, you’ll use my words however you want.

images swirl;
(they don’t stop)

casting their shadows.
(to and fro)

lights dim -
(they are never bright;)

the dreamscapes,
(they stretch on.)

they seep, overtime
creeping,
silent,
etched in memories…

before falling away,
before melting into dust…

a child’s smile,
lost -

never to be found,
never to be heard again,
now time has past
and she has grown…

It started out quiet, and then gradually, the calls of mommy kitty got louder. I looked up from my work, and saw her tiny orange head poking into the house. She mewed again, her eyes searching. Then a little while passed, and the tiny thing slipped away.

 Yes — mommy kitty has been looking for her babies for days. She is a feisty, tiny thing, a perfect little stray who came and went as she saw fit.

 Sometimes when I went home from school, I will find her lying near the lift, prowling and mewing at everyone in her friendly manner. Sometimes, she will be rummaging through the trash — careful with whatever leftovers she find. Sometimes when I take the staircase in the corner to my house, I will pass by a little cardboard shack someone had made for her babies and her. And there she is, a tiny mother watching her three babies playing. Sometimes, she will even play with them too.

 But lately, I’ve been hearing her calls. Her babies were missing, and everyday, I will see her searching for them. I remember them very clearly — one orange kitten, one grey kitten and one, I call, blender kitten because its coat patterns are a swirl of black, orange and white — very much like mommy kitty.

 To be honest I miss the kittens very much.

 Last night, I saw mommy kitty playing with her babies again. This time, only orange and grey were around. Baby blender wasn’t — and it was a sad picture of a family broken because of some selfish cat-napper.

 My heart ached at this small picture, and I cannot forget the mother’s love and desperate search for her missing babies.

Considering that I already have an existing blog, I wonder why I even take up a new blog here on WordPress. I supposed this is my other sanctuary, one very different from the rambles many of my readers are used to.

That said, I now declare this my safe space, and will act as a record of my thoughts and ideas — particularly in theatre.