Song of songs

The "Wordle" creation of The Blower's Daughter.

When in love, it is the profoundly of love that finds the words, for every voice of the beloved made becomes the song of songs. When it ends, love depicted in a cloud of enigma by which our mortal beings are parabled.

Happy Valentine’s Day

不知道為了什麼

憂愁它圍繞著我

我每天都在祈禱

快趕走愛的寂寞

那天起

你對我說

永遠地愛著我

千言和萬語

隨風雲掠過

不知道為了什麼

憂愁它圍繞著我

我每天都在祈禱

快趕走愛的寂寞

千言萬語 曲:古月 詞:爾英

Muscle memories

Architecture is pure muscle memories. You are possessed... and you practice endlessly, only to be fractured and desolated in the rebuilding of a stronger self... soul weigh upon the body, body lock in the repetitive action, of a recursive cycle deepened by awareness. You are an outlier, besieged and heavy, the 10,000 hrs rule does not apply, for your propagating practices makes everything timeless, agile and ether. The world becomes an impulse, an aftereffect of the reflex act of your soul. Memories synchronize with muscles and body mass fiddles with the evolving world of an awareness funnels into the barbarous cycle, of accelerating rhythm to out power the world only to return the desolated soul.