"and there will be love in the bodies of the elephants too"

Wonder if my blog ever shows up in the random "next blog" button.

I have a rather odd habit of clicking the "next blog" button to entertain. I walk the silent steps into people's personal lives, read them, think about them, judge them a little bit, then walk out. It's like being an intruder with ballet shoes. If they ever enter the place of page views managing page, they're going to discover a little rat in South East Asia. But too bad (or too good) blogger doesn't reveal the visiter's sites. People have different characters, but in journals, it's just about memories. A photo is worth a thousand words, so there's no need to write, or to give out a tantrum with words. They float around their daily lives with captured stills, smiles and cupcakes. Some have comments, some don't. Some just want to keep the words for themselves, they write them down so that something can hold them down, like a memory lane, so that it won't be a breeze flowing like spring winds. I'm pretty much an energetic person, i'd like to bring the upbeat rhythm into my words, i like someone, anyone to feel what i'm feeling. I take pictures, too, but sometimes i don't feel they're good enough to contribute in the fabulous, yet a bit deceiving, world that i try to create.
Sometimes i wonder what they think about me when they see my photos. Do they like them enough to read a full post of mine, and look up for the songs that i usually recommend in it? I'm curious about everything that's happening, the curiosity is like fat, it has to go somewhere or it will get stuck inside. Going places with the "next blog" button is one way to satisfy my curiosity. I wonder if existed someone who's as curious as me, wasting all their times looking at strangers' lives like looking at new arrival coutures through the window glass at boulevards. I'm not a stalker, because window-shoppers will finally leave to find things that are affordable. To them, the strangers, whose paths have been imprinted by a foreign footstep, i'm just a shadow passing their shoulders like someone they accidentally cross the streets with. The best part about this is that, tomorrow, they're going to have the exact same life they did today, or maybe better, joining the other 8 billion people on this planet in the never ending road of finding themselves.
The better than the best part is that, wherever they throw a random look at the crowd they're walking with, maybe with slightly closed eyes, they're going to see me, still wearing my charm bracelet and the white bowler hat, walking with them.





















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