runaway~

i want to be a runaway.

this isn't a fresh new beginning, something picked up afresh from the wild flowers and weeds imploring earnestly along the roadside on which i run (figuratively). this is something brewing, nascent since forever met eternity at the start of everything, and will keep bubbling underneath the surface of a thousand and one colours.

something like nu wa and her gigantic cauldron of stones and sand, weaved into a piece of corner-heaven (does heaven HAVE corners? will Jesus ever wear jeans?) and mixed into the fabric of life.

except that this time, i'm making the patchwork quilt FROM life, not into life. or maybe i'm wrong right from this beginning, this middle, this end of the beginning and beginning of the end. that i'm making and sculpting and directing life from a little 15" screen even as i peck away determinedly with 2 stubby fingers.

i want to be a runaway.

so may this be he ticket, the platform,the little pebble that launches me into a new passion for writing and creating and expression; like how the dragonfly seduces the waterfront as its bed for new progeny; like how a swimmer poises poignantly on the starting block of the poolside.

perhaps one day, i will.