rebirth

as the legends do bring about, phoenixes are mystical majestic creatures complimented by their breath of fire. or so, were they white but emblazoned by the blistering and sweltering heat, flapping their wings spirally covered with feathers. of course, there is a mistake, for 'tis is but a myth, only lively portrayed in thy's imagination; such were the clouds. =) the convulsive bulging of the waters, matched with the ripples and clear blue water entices people to marvel at its beauty. faced away from the sun, the land, sea and air were nature's call to hoax my subconscious as they gave me a 'feeling'. the condensation of water droplets made the humidity seem dreamy, and vision was vividly painted in one's mind despite total darkness. aeroplanes aside, the fluffy clouds were ever present, and sometimes the sky was genuinly clear. ships were anchored and little movement of incomings filled the calm, soothing sea. the lush greenery and a feast of bikes hogged the land. and so, distractions minimal seemed abundant, as the tranquility was easily broken by slight mutters and boisterous laughters 50metres radius from point of camping. thoughts were gradually released from floodgates as the location seemed to undergo a timestop. the process brought great memories; amazing how the mind could once cogitate and ascertain calmly logic and ethics. undaunted by the external environment, one could reason in his favour and convince morality. one could forget anything -friends, memories, materials etc. - but when one forgets himself, all is gone. i had almost lost the one key spiritual soul, luckily it was bounded back before the dark side could totally evolve and morph. the rebirth of the phoenix is very exciting, as rising from the dead is definitely not a common sight. the flames of fervent burn vigorously as the spirit of fire lives on...