In addition, happy Hungry Ghosts' Festival! Sorry spirits, all I've got to offer is a lexical feast, so enjoy. And don't blow at my ear when I'm sleeping, legs are rather uncontrollable in sub-consciousness. But then again you guys are supposed to be ethereal. So how the hell do you blow anyways!!
(In case you haven't already noticed, I'm so kidding -.-")
Aside from that..ah, when the night and the drizzles paint such a lovely ambience, how can one resist the temptation of poetry even at the risk of absolutely owning oneself by taking one's mind off several extremely-highly-complicated-and-examinable-in-less-than-one-days-time Hamlet extracts? Duh you can but I can't. 情非得以！:p
My Faith is in the Wind and the Rain
A crystal kiss, a passing wind
That lifts my shivers pure but not
The swifted dates that none recall.
An icy mellow hark of strings
That stroll my soul with shadows warm
A clamour, a fondle, oft’ deep and sweet
Snakes and seraphs, my skin beneath.
What slipp’ry thoughts in falling clouds
Might He be He my light to grace?
Has He my golden wish forgot?
But all perceived, He sings for me
And cries when He allows me be.
By not day, not night, nor not by neith’
I slip in trembling, glorious bright.
Spite Man Divine such clefts to crawl,
I catch His chosen springs and falls.
~tc©
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