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Drink my heart

白雲 — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 17:00:07 +0900

頑張れ！ファイト！

白雲 — Sun, 30 Dec 2007 16:54:13 +0900

Bleeding Hearts

白雲 — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:51:12 +0900

I think I remember my friend telling me that these are called "Bleeding Hearts". Which really describes what they look like, a row of bleeding hearts.

I don't have much of a story for this. But, if its name is really called "Bleeding Hearts", then perhaps it is a very sad plant. Always having its heart broken and bleeding, never mending and moving on. Until one day, it finishes its life and falls upon the earth, returning to where it came from...

At least humans have the option of a second chance to have a completely healed heart, whereas the plant never had one. Forever in the vicious cycle of having its heart broken, year after year...

The will to live

白雲 — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:49:09 +0900

I'm not particularly sure what this flower is called, but the reason why I took it was because of its strong will to continue living. It was bent and broken at one point in its life, and it could've just died if it didn't push itself to continue living. But it did, and even blossomed beautiful flowers.

It might not be perfect and as beautiful as the others in a whole. But its strong will itself should be acknowledged. Sometimes nature gives the most inspirational thing.

A stroll in the park

白雲 — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:47:13 +0900

Hidden treasures

白雲 — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:45:13 +0900

Perhaps not a lot of people notice these types of small things. It's all around you, if you let yourself pay attention to them.

If you look close enough, there's a cross right in the middle, followed by a flower, a star (could even say it's a starfish!), and then the bigger flower petals surrounding the ensemble. A flower inside a flower!

Not everything is what it seems. If you look close enough, you might just be rewarded by something. Even though it might be some insignificant things, perhaps it will just have enough power to help lift your spirits up from the ground, smile at you, and say "look on the bright side of things!"

Blue Tranquility

白雲 — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:41:10 +0900

Tranquility:
n.
The quality or state of being tranquil; serenity.
1: a disposition free from stress or emotion [syn: repose, quiet, placidity, serenity, tranquillity]
2: a state of peace and quiet [syn: tranquillity, quietness, quietude]
寧靜
tranquilité
静けさ
평온
tranquilidad

A splash of blue and light violets to calm the mind and bring inner peace.
A sweet scent wafting through the air, carried by a slight breeze.
A laugh sounding like small silver bells jingling.
A day of tranquility.

A bouquet of diversity

白雲 — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:36:20 +0900

It all stemmed from the same roots. But even so, it came to carry differences among itself.

Ring around the 'cauliflower', 1, 2, 2.

A transition in life? Stages of one's life? Or a representation of different people in the world.

You decide. =3

A little rest

白雲 — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:25:04 +0900

A leisure stroll in the park.
A little rest from the stroll.
Leaning on the tree trunk.
Taking in a deep breath.
Sigh out all worries of the world.

A dainty slipper

白雲 — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:21:56 +0900

Purity amongst Dissimilarity

白雲 — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:09:20 +0900

There are many diversities and differences in the world. Sometimes you'll seem like you're the only one of "your kind", and feel left out. But if you look closely and further on, there are also some others like you. They are also waiting to meet someone just like you! You do not have to be alone if you not wish to be.

You simply have to get up from where you are, look at the world with a new perspective, and you shall find others similar to you. Albeit you might meet those that are not familiar, and it could dishearten you. But fear not! Because you have a goal to reach and that is something lucky to have rather than those that go through their lives without knowing what they want to achieve...

Romeo and Juliet

白雲 — Mon, 19 Mar 2007 10:03:15 +0900

But, soft! what light through yonder window breaks?
It is the east, and Juliet is the sun.
...
It is my lady, O, it is my love!
O, that she knew she were!
...
The brightness of her cheek would shame those stars,
As daylight doth a lamp; her eyes in heaven
Would through the airy region stream so bright
That birds would sing and think it were not night.
See, how she leans her cheek upon her hand!
O, that I were a glove upon that hand,
That I might touch that cheek!

Romeo and Juliet. ACT II Scene 2.