Lost in One Republic’s Highway

Music washes away from the soul the dust of everyday life. ~Berthold Auerbach

Clad in my worn-out jeans, my husband’s over-sized white Hanes and faded sneakers, I jump behind a stranger’s pick-up truck with a fully-charged smart phone, put on a pair of dark glasses, snuggle into tie-dyed native blankie and hit the repeat button to play One Republic’s “Feel Again.” I am ready for a road trip to the countryside where a steaming native black coffee waits for me at the porch of a solitary cabin owned by another stranger. By then, I shall be playing another One Republic song, “Good Life” as I sip carelessly my brew and initiate random thoughts to brew at the same time. When I am done with my coffee, I shall then be listening to “Counting Stars” when I will have realized I have been wandering through my empty mind and heart for a long time for me to realize it is almost night time. I am now sitting at the hammock-imagining, wishing, thinking…Will this day ever end? Will this day ever come?

(This is how my current mood looks like in a canvas.)


image from http://www.shuttlecock.com


Sky is the Limit: Rooftop Fantasies

Half my life I’ve been in trouble with roofs. But I think I could live on a rooftop. As long as I could share coffee, stories and moments, under the sun and rain, with real people and people I truly love, I think one huge blanket of clouds at day and stars at night, would be fine.#dreamingofheaven — at Home- In my room- On my bed.

(from my Facebook post, June 2)


By some wonders of fate, a rustic mansion might be given to me, and I would have all the money in the world to turn the ruins into a heaven on earth. Grand! Then it would definitely be a mansion reconstructed into a solitary rooftop with benches, hammocks, sofas, coffee tables, bean bags and swings for everyone to sit on over free-flowing coffee, limitless conversations and the music of One Republic, day in and day out.

Make my dream come true please…