The Hunter With Wings


It Began When I Was Very Little. I found a heart shape leaf and kept it between the pages of my fairytale book. Often, I held and waved it gently on my face, I smelled the mud and chlorophyll; echoes from nature exert an everlasting pull on my heart. One day the leaf crushed. I believed that the fairy liked it so much and had to steal it away. I tried to look for the same leaf, but can never find one alike.

The cedar fragrance, valley wildflowers, falls beauties, ghost frost, all the nerves trembling feels that connect to my heart are the aims - My hunting expedition began.

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Saturday, March 29, 2008

A legend of Feelings






























































This feeling is beyond words.

Pulling that throttle, waiting for that smooth ignited engine sound, then I push it all the way back in and taking off from the runway; that literally made my own history.

The wings evoke those of an eagle, I’m in the cockpit, open to the sky; there is nothing between me and the horizon. That's the feeling I’m dying to revive, bringing back to life.

Looking far from the above, like a wild bird, pays homage to freedom, loneliness and soar.