"Flying"

the world

the world is...?

What does flying conjure up for you good people

Colour: Traffic light red-amber-green under midnight blue sky...heading west, listening to;
Music: Depeche Mode: A Pain That I'm Used To
'' Suffer Well
Supergrass: Moving
Sneaker Pimps: Spin, Spin Sugar
Primal Scream: Shine Like Stars
Reading: Mrs Henry Wood: The Weather Calendar.

The muscles flex, while anger objects to
those long-winded malcontents, who stare from their
superfluous necks, sickening my view
of the shallow-brained few, my blood boils...
in their own stew, overtaking the
ridiculous queue, your speeding dream machine
fitting your far from lean cuisine, wiping away
the sheen of your car-cum-latrine...
overflowing filth, break lights ~skidmarks~
too late - your car excretes a shuffle and screech
thud meets teeth - clattering beneath
my shattering spine locked in car-cum-shrine.

Morning, car, crash, 8.35am

Colour: Black
Music: Sparks: At Home, At Work, At Play

I have a question. (Which was also put to me!!)
Should a person regret a precious part of their own past that made them warm, strong and happy...but which upsets another whom was not known of at that time ?

Habang ang tao ay nasusugatan, ito ay tumatapang

While a person is being wounded, he is stronger
(Hardships make people stronger)