Twisting and turning the lights in my tiredness and taking my lazy-ness to sleep to the dreams i have made and to wake up to the dream i am realizing on the stage with musical instruments in my memory in the teatime in China and lights from the sun in Japan, the game of cricket in Australia giving me a sacred space to press the button of the American civilization to dance to the sitar of Indian sarees with the seas to jump the fishes in the witness of the bedlamp.
My friends deep in me and family forgotten, the meetups of my emotions and violins from the music i have learnt, the swirling movies from the bedlamps, the humour to share and the spoons to distribute with the shooting stars on top of my head, the British accent on the snooker table and much more from the other end.
Go ahead and visit;
www.forgotten.yooco.org
www.meetups.yooco.org
www.forbackpackers.yooco.org
www.wildliving.yooco.org
www.wetpaper.tribe.so
www.stones.tribe.so
www.zez.tribe.so
My friends deep in me and family forgotten, the meetups of my emotions and violins from the music i have learnt, the swirling movies from the bedlamps, the humour to share and the spoons to distribute with the shooting stars on top of my head, the British accent on the snooker table and much more from the other end.
Go ahead and visit;
www.forgotten.yooco.org
www.meetups.yooco.org
www.forbackpackers.yooco.org
www.wildliving.yooco.org
www.wetpaper.tribe.so
www.stones.tribe.so
www.zez.tribe.so