Eyes and heart

"We actually see things with heart instead of eyes", that is so true, perhaps this is how the bright sky looked like to a sad heart, dull - nothing much to anticipate, hollow but got that deep darkness within; far beneath, almost lost to a dull sepia,

Always remember, we see things with heart, and a happy heart that made the sky bright, while the sad heart, just a sad heart, nothing's bright in a sad heart,

And when the sad heart see rainbow,
(Oh, that's a story nobody ought to know)

(k) #kikiandskies

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The "0" that I love

"0" can merely be an empty circle, nothing's inside, hollow with no chance to stay in, or you can take it as an optimistic "0", never give up, a fighter; rotating at its own pace, looks empty (to the normal eyes) but full of the invisible magic inside (to the heart that ventured it),

I have always love how one "0" can be full and nought at the same time, and how you need to use your own heart to define. xx
(K)

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Two dimly "sorry" on one cold morning

And I said "sorry", only to heard another "sorry" have been replied back to me, rains are drizzling outside,

I took a big steps each -- even half of myself not sure why I was so rushing to be away, nor did I glimpse back. (even part of my heart want to)

Its a no start and no ending story. Almost not even a story.

But I'm writing it anyway.

Hoping that "sorry" linger around longer, xx
(K)

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