She kept her life in the glass of water.neutral ,clean ,no delicious taste and smell of tea, coffee, chocolate,sugar or ginger here ,had all been swallowed previously .Dividing days inside the small pipes .Flow time , wherever you want ! No rush to see a ceremony full of applauses,and estimation of win or lose .Why Onassis daughter the king of money die young ? She would go to every corners of the world till broke if she was her and found out what kind of adventure till one arrive in the realm of truth .Alsava ' s train schedule missed that day so she hadn't gone anywhere. The train returned to the old station,small station without benches, announcement board ,no loudspeaker.When would the whistle be blown? She just wish to carry a suitcase,sitting on the numbered chair and looking outside the window glass then the stewards in the uniform giving her smooth sponge pillow , offering her cola ,hot latte, sandwich or fried rice with shrimp ..She could still chant, surprise! She a

Midnight turned to dawn .There was a bright star left shining in the dark sky which began to give a light .How could Nerida fell asleep last night ? After the shock to find that Zepp was strangely not around without any clue ...damn it! Elephant Ear plant..!! Zepp glanced for a second at the weird pot along the building with some unique plants ..that leaves were so big, that must be why it named that way.He kept on walking with accompanied by lots of cigarettes while pondering,what does it mean when a person who has passed away appears in your dream. It did last night .He should make him think about last time meeting with a woman in white long dress and crown of dry leaves and twigs on her hair ..what a heck ! But he just could not get rid of the picture. He thought of the hard to answer questions..must someone be a sad or philosopher to dig up such matters ? Dream ...Death ...Seeing the dead in dreams ...what happen to the dead then ? Do they have dreams to ,then meet living peo

There were some parts of the past that Zepp did not want to recall entirely. Trying to erase them from his mind no matter they come over and over again.He tried to get over it by quickly went through it and thinking of something else.He felt he got a refusal from someone he trusted all these time.Did he at a time for a silent yell of help ? Many people he knew saw him with nasty look and smile of crooks.What an ugly world ! Will faith save him ? Suddenly he heard a voice from nowhere," I have no place.l am timeless.But l have faith " He startled then hesitated before sitting himself on a big root of a huge tree . Then a silent talk began , with someone in white gown and dry leaves as crown on her head ."What do you whisper in the morning,?"" Awake in the early morning at dawn when the sky still almost dark .Thankfulness to the destinyAnd a state of resting mind " "We love this universe especially for its beauty.The wonderful stars above and grounds aroma under feet For

Zepp was leaning against the rough bark of a tree.He' s pensive with her life, forgetting what predicament Nerida was facing as he left the hotel angrily without any explanation.His mind seemed to be closed by the life problems experienced by the woman in white who was being with him in the wood .He wondered why she sounds so aloof and somebody important in her life may have had left her and she was hurt pensively .*In the corner of a town in simple wooden carving a lonely voice in the feeling of a split sky that hears the story of a lump of diamond heartLife like a monasteryCold iron cage.. forgive me ,who increasingly languishing in hatred Do you pity because of the fall of a glimmering memory in the milestone?Tie the fingers of my soul to the roots of your hair, you must also see a clear lake in the middle of the dark jungleThe hibiscus flower withered in the middle of its leaves which clinging tiredly to a tree, dead shrubs, dry branches scattered under the wet ground,

"Early in the morning before pulling out the mailbox l already put in 2 more letters.My body is weak like yesterday.This throat felt like a wounded cave heading to the big river ,my stomach.The two Sunday papers weren't interesting.Only a column of RIP .A pater who called everyone " My child". Goodbye pater .A religion preacher wrote that living in the world is design for suffering by God ..as life is trial . Some people believe in God some not ,still , life is not easy .Sometimes ones escape from a tiger's mouth to find a crocodile ..But they say that is how to be strong and adapt....Are we holy fairies and angels ? Or shy princess plant when we talk about what life is ? Sometimes l feel like a timid girl from remote area or a shy princess plant who lost her prince charming in the fantasy dark jungle " Zepp bite a blade of wild grass and waited if she would go on telling her life ...but no , she got up and walked along the narrow pathway in the middle of jungle . He sile