Of Boomerangs and Words

And altogether now,

au revoir exams!

*evil laughter*

Life lessons of one Amy Chuah :

Lesson 1 : Alone - It's okay, it's refreshing, it's lovely.
Drawing swirls of dreams, dreaming;
Listening to non but the fan spinning,
curled up with a book til the wee hours of the morning;
stripping without looking,
sleeping, laughing, joyously crying.
I'm being.

Lesson 2 : Express.
Jump!
To the beats of the drum,
Prance!
To the pattering of steps,
Look!
Into the mirror, reflecting you.
Stamp!
Your mark, quake the earth,
Swing!
To the sky, Look up!
Heavens above..
Or below?

Lesson 3 : Boomerang.
Humorous monk in robes seated,
A microphone in hand, gesturing
wildly; challenging, luring,
words, thoughts, questions;
Hours passed,
"Agree or not?"
Heads nodding, listening intently,
Believe or not?
"Like a boomerang,
What you throw comes back to you."
I believe.

Lesson 4 : Pain
Crap.
Leg's numb. Can't feel...
Loving kindness,
Concentrate.
Leg's numb.
It's cold.
Concentrate.
I love my family.
"Open your eyes"
Crap.
Am I not supposed to visualize?!
Darn.