The rush through my veins. My legs, screaming at me to stop. Lungs, bleeding out of every pore. Mind and body work against each other, though so in harmony. The torturous cry that is so ignored by the determined mind. It is like a mental crop, pushing you onward. As I pant for breath, feeling completely defeated, I am crowned with self victory. Somewhere in the depths of my mind, somewhere buried in my heart, burns a reason. A simple desire. Something unknown that pushes me to do greater. I cannot see it, but I feel it in every cell of my body. Some little voice inside yelling "Go!".

Hehe, a nice picture of a guy running. Mmmmm....

Mystery. Puzzle, enigma, conundrum, secret, mystique. Its seems like something almost forbidden, like the red button that says "DO NOT TOUCH". Its like this urge just to do what you're "not" supposed to do. Like curiosity. The thing in all horror movies that always gets the pretty girl killed, because she just /had/ to go toward the strange noise. Suspense that keeps us interested. Something that makes you a little wild, pumps a little adrenaline into your veins.

Mystery is just like an intoxication, it hooks us and draws us nearer. Now the only question we face, is will we fight, or go willingly? :)

I have no ownership over this photo, any and all rights are reserved to the rightful photographer. (It just gives me chills, imagine walking around this at night).

I can never say what it is exactly in a picture that makes it good. Is it the way it is cropped, or is it the colours? Maybe it is the action that is happening, or its ability to make you think. Whatever it is I enjoyed this picture, its subtle tones, and I just love the horse in it. Slightly depressing yes, but what can I say?

The photographer did an amazing job.

My thought of the day is about sorting things out. What will we find when we dig around? Out of all our precious things, what do we need? Can we bear to separate ourselves from these things that we call important? I find myself wanting to go back to the basics, to clear out the nick nacks and live with few things. It seems like the more we have, the more we get strapped down by inanimate objects. I've lived with such clutter, and freeing myself from it feel new and refreshing. This is one thing I want to carry on to my independent life, and keep with me. :)