i open the door of possibilities.
took a careful cautious step within.
everything so familiar yet so deranged.
one wrong step, you bleed.
another turn, another mystery.
hold mystery in your hand.
trust your curiosity.
open.
and wonders appear.
the years you spent on earth
caught up with you.
merged. meshed. separated by age.
bits of pieces of you.
open.
and you find treasures.
a year long yearn.
old, forgotten antiques.
craving touch, wanting light.
open.
and be aware.
harsh, metallic, coiled.
staring at you coldly.
close it.
open.
and the world spins.
you are everywhere yet nowhere.
you see everyone with no one.
you cry with no pain.
laugh but nothing tickles.
a heart. a soul. bounded.
close it and save for another day.
till every littlest things lay uncovered,
open.
A very weird observation report from Level 5 Office, SC.
Walk along the corridors of office, and try to peer into your office mates desks.
You could expect pictures of family members, babies, little notes, inspirational quotes, jokes, some art, and little tit bits of stuff that hangs around, looking pretty. Or cuddly. Or nostalgic.
Look closer.
And traaah!~
I’ve so far uncovered australian paraphelia, momentos, stuff, memorables and symbols at each every glance I take!
Little cuddly koala bears with colourful tiny shirt saying ‘I heart Australia’. Those classic ‘i’ve been to australia and here’s a gift for you’ thing.
Sydney Opera House miniature in crystal glass.
Wooden keychain with AUSTRALIA on it.
more koala bears. a little bit of kangaroos.
i went to my boss’ desk. files, books, papers. Smart toys. Star wars. Looked harder. AND THERE~ clipped between a book, a telltale sign of a koala’s butt.
I can so recognize the gray fur and rubber claws.