Flashes Of Lights

Sick in bed. So today I ran out of lozenges  and which as of this day I still don't know how to pronounce. Then my mother made me drink ginger tea and I didn't know how to react with discernment. But it did soothe my throat a little bit. I took five pills of medicine in one take. Don't worry I wasn't on a suicide mission. My throat hurts and I couldn't annoy my family in the house with my gaudy voice which totally bummed me out. And on 5 am I went outside to go to the bakery and I wish that I brought a blanket to deal with the cold. It was so cold I was having trouble breathing but somehow it didn't matter when I was busy admiring the morning stars placed in the first light of day sky. They were like the closest stars I have ever seen on a man's eye view. Were just a few but they were so beautiful I never thought I'd see these kind of stars in our city compared to the place we lived in before we moved into the city. Of course they were like million diamonds in there... ♪ Shine bright like diamonds, shine bright like diamonds in the sky. ♪

I couldn't sleep because I was having trouble breathing last night. But much worse than this morning. Actually I wasn't really sure if it was my stomach grumbling or the pain in my chest but whichever it is, I just really hate colds and runny nose. Boy, was I glad to have my sister lent me a nose inhaler. And I started on water therapy but it turned out I couldn't do it. Fortunately, I'd be able to cut down portions of calories I'm taking in. I was currently reading The United States of Air (which I won from Goodreads all the way from Australia, hey that's where Markus Zusak lives), was frequently listening to Abandon and very much looking forward to watching "Life Of Pi."

I love writing (although I have a poor delivery when it comes to rhetoric) and when something comes into mind, I would immediately write it down and then things would just flow right into my brain. It was a good feeling. And "Flashes of Lights" just came to me like flashes of lights. I was resting last night and I couldn't sleep. And I really have no idea how Jackie Chan or Sandra Bullock got there but I was a little queasy last night I couldn't sleep. How many times have I said this? Oh, and chickens. Maybe something really is wrong with me. I do love it when they woke me up every morning back when I was in our old place. And Christmas. Christmas is almost here. Time to sing Christmas carols and sing praises!

Keeping Memories,

M.K.R.

"Flashes of Lights"

Dancing around on the colors of breezy unfading lights,

In the morning, like an indigo sky,

Prancing around on the back of my yard,

Pretending somebody to be on guard,

I was good at martial arts,

Driving inside an imaginary car with an old grocery cart,

Jackie Chan of Kung Fu fights.

Sandra Bullock with a fashion style…

When all along I was only waiting for the lights to come down,

And I'm back in my room thinking of You every night.

‘Cause I was like a soldier digging in,

Neighbor patrol and only the chickens sing.

You would stay with me all day long.

Pretty like a life that won't fade in time.

And everything's in flashes of lights.

Growing old doesn't makes me satisfied, in learning the world,

Broken leaves would start to fall like busy tears without holding on to Your word,

Walking around when I’m bound to fall,

But like a waterfall, You would grace me with faith and praise.

And I would remember.

When I was like a soldier digging in,

Neighbor patrol and only the chickens sing.

You would stay with me all day long.

Pretty like a life that won't fade in time.

And everything's in flashes of lights.

Bridge:

I'm wounded and I lost the war,

Time to surrender my childlike heart,

Come home with You forever,

I was lost and was all alone but You found me back to December.

When I was like a soldier digging in,

Neighbor patrol and only the carols sing.

You would stay with me all night long.

When all along we're only waiting for the stars to come down,

Pretty like the lights on Christmas time.

And I'm back on the chimney in the living room, talking to You every night.

And everything would come into flashes of lights.

Everything’s in flashes of lights.

Everything’s in flashes of lights.