Chinhooi Zhenhui

Solid sugar cube dissolving in the cup waking up feeling the weight of the dark untold fireflies and fallen leaves furtively building up an oil painting in this rainy night charmed cats are drawn to the hearth there is a ring from the depth of some ramparts emitting a glow pointing somewhere which is not typical of diamonds there is always a rainbow where the wild herons rest if forgiveness is an ocean there would be waves around here through spring, summer fall and winter bare stones that covet the sun the moon and stars turn into mud when it ends when you can't see it hydrangea is actually shy pushing open the door of time snowflakes pour out and fill the ground bracken cleansed by the river once again faces the warm direction of sunshine exposing those moldy marks undaunted so no one would dare disturb the evolution no one will disturb the symphony but then everything else looks like the despondency of the linden tree lost without a word without a thought the love that germinate...

Hundreds of them blossoming and flourishing   grass is thriving it's a vibrant scene the layout of the garden bugs, ants and worms living happily in the ground moles with little mouths and fat bellies i gave them all the leftovers in an unstinting manner a friend who saw the wonders in the garden residents would say "i don't know if you're a good person but the way you make the cats and the mice  neighbors they're natural enemies, you know" "you need to have some compassion as a human", i answered "or open mindedness  in this generation they're all God's creations just like us aren't they?" "100%"

 My university is pink  because i  found a lover someone to keep  and look after my university is black it ground my edges i lost my old  character my university is golden it's where i discovered my vulnerability  i was awakened to  my reality years have been ruthless relentless time does not return i can only start from now to level the potholes in my path for the sake of the passion to be with the love.

 As soon as i stand  at the window i feel like I'm standing  back from a child's perspective an encounter with the city half is in the eye half in the heart then this piece of glass  which part of the city does it belong to and my stay at the window right now am i kind of  lost.

 Look for the green of early spring traverse the passion of emerald water uncover the depths of the soul this is our home this is our future our tomorrow starts here poetic triumph floral victory destined to be the ending.

 Weekend afternoon a bottle of water a book a bicycle alone enjoying the warm breeze greenish riverbank blue water flowing light fragrance of forsythia refreshing made for a wonderful weekend a wonderful afternoon wonderful scenery wonderful fragrance made possible by wonderful nature.

 Darkness breaks into houses people are poisoned asleep in the middle of the night they know not the ambition of darkness they are smiling sweetly  darkness is roaring however wanting people to slumber forever but darkness will be defeated by justice when the sun loads the gun with golden bullets darkness will unquestionably be shattered to smithereens.