Sueno
Do you recall the dreams of overgrowth, with vines of fushia embracing the cold stone pillar of a dilapidated temple, beneath your bare and pale toes?
Do you recall the nights dreaming of days atop a cliff, staring at an unending horizon of grey and yellow and purple watercolours splashed against the canvas of the sky, peering over a cliff of canopies and lush arbor?
Do you fathom the fading dreams of expressionless motions of walking through what was once a corridor into a courtyard of creeping foliage and overgrown roses, with the scent of decaying leaves and a earthly, metallic soil? The soft trickle from a quintessentially formed petrified trough from the early calm monsoons?
Do you ever long for that soft feeling of dissipation as you set yourself upon a marbled, crack-laden, unstable ground with legs like constricting twigs blocking an overpass, while you breathe slower, and slower, and slower?
Does it ever bother you that you forgot your dreams of walking through a spirit room in an abandoned chapel in the countryside with nothing more than a lexicon and a candle in your hands? The haunting, sinking feeling that there is something much greater than you that you will face alone, but you never found it and never fought anything to begin with?
Indeed, this is the blog of Franky Liu. Voukah is simply a compilation of random thoughts and useless rambling as he goes through an interestingly mundane life. With that, he is quite emotional and many times annoying; sometimes he wonders if he is narcissistic as well. He also may cause upset stomach. He also enjoys speaking in third person.