YIN and YANG

it's me with a cigarette in my fish-smelly hand inside and pouring rain outside

...

i sometimes fall in love with the rain cos it dramatizes my nerve breakdown

some other time, i despise the rain for it stains on my suede shoes

it happened one day...i lost them finally, my favorite pair of loafer

the rain stained on only a single shoe, but it caused me losing a pair of 'em...
i might be sad...but the unstained shoe must be sadder cos it just lost its precious pair
that they can never walk together anymore

...

but the deeper i drown my self into the mystical side of the rain, i secretly grateful

for no matter how hard the rain hit me

no matter how it stains on my head-to-toe wear

it will never cause me of losing my pair

the YIN of my YANG

or the YANG of my YIN

...

we're not lovebirds in honeymoon

we're not substitutional we're complementer

we're not twins we accentuate each other's features

we're adultly independent yet childishly dependent

you can say that we are the so-called 'mate in crime'
or maybe...we're just bestfriends

impulsively taken by jensen sanjaya

handcuff: property of freddy richie

photographed by  andres suliano 

Until the next jabbering box ! ! !

~Ario Achda~