multifaceted (adj)- having many facets or aspects.

Like an unattended bag left under the shade, totally oblivious to what its worth.

Like a counter bustling with exotic things that you've never seen before to choose from.

Like a boiling cup of coffee with an aroma enough to wake up the long, lost soul. A slice of cake that leaves a thick trace of chocolate on your lips even long after you've eaten it.

Like pictures on this wall, hiding the ugly yellow behind. Smiling to the tall gentleman, who walks in with his daughter or to the punk, smoking even the remnants of his cigar. Illusions, all illusions.

Like a box resting on a glass table. scribbled numbers, scrawny onions and peppers drawn all over, but so very empty inside, quite paradox to the colorful exterior it exhibits. with a burden resting above, so small to the naked eye, but so big to the soul of cardboard resting beneath.

And just like that life is multifaceted.

Fájdalom [*]

I'll close my eyes,
with all my might,
just to pretend,
that I am alright,
in this abysmal dark,
through out the night,
on the tattered parchment,
I shall solemnly write,
stories of tears & pain,
of love and of delight,
and as this night,
seeps into daylight,
the fires of the sun,
my soul it ignites,
on the banks of rivers,
on shores of the sea,
combating with sorrow,
fighting off misery,
clenching my fists,
very very tight,
pretending to know,
what exactly is right,
yearning to burn,
in a fire so bright,
to etch an abode,
in the sky tonight.

*Fájdalom : Hungarian for pain.

涙〔裂け目〕[*]

I have often wondered what tears taste like; pinches of salt tossed into droplets of water, sour like those grapes that the fox could never reach, sweet like cheap cola lollies that were pungently sour at the core or bitter like tasting your hands after grinding leaves with them. It just never made sense to me. Fat, warm droplets streaming across your cheeks, settling at your lips, or getting lost in the creases of the fabric below. Some even managing to run down your neck, figuratively slitting it down the middle, making you gulp more and more until you realize that no matter how much you gulp, you can never fill in the vacuum within you. During joy or depression, how those little sneaky tears never seemed to get enough of your company and kept coming back like a bunch of unexpected relatives. How, no matter what we do, we seem to welcome them with open arms.



* 涙〔裂け目- Japanese for tears.