Wild Trees and Barbed Fences

Brunei blogger May Cho in grunge chic fashion, plaid flatcap, all black, fishnet stockings, leather choker
Brunei blogger May Cho in grunge chic fashion, plaid flatcap, all black, fishnet stockings, leather choker
I stand among wild trees and barbed fences. This is a wilderness for which schisms have been built, for which concrete meets soil and heartbeats kiss silence, for which crimson signs that cage bind leashes around necks.

I stand among wild trees and barbed fences, and my god, I can feel the electricity jostling my veins. "Incarceration, begone!" I say, for lock and keys and shadowy trees do not scare me anymore.

I stand among wild trees and barbed fences and I see war ground.

Brunei blogger May Cho in grunge chic fashion, plaid flatcap, all black, fishnet stockings, leather choker
Brunei blogger May Cho in grunge chic fashion, plaid flatcap, all black, fishnet stockings, leather chokerBrunei blogger May Cho in grunge chic fashion, plaid flatcap, all black, fishnet stockings, leather choker
Brighter months have seen the light of day and I confess hitches have been met along the way. Often touted by myself as an idealist, I have tried endlessly, when the cold wind blows my way, to embrace it as fate with grace. I have come to realize, though, after earthquakes and tsunamis and thunderstorms, that to live with the cold and with silent revolt is to live like the tragic fool of a pathetic martyr.

To adapt and to make do and to carve one's own way, however, is a whole 'nother story. It isn't romantic, more so an instinct -- like that of a forest child's aptitude to strike -- but also one that has been suppressed for fear of shame.

It is finding home despite the wreckage of a house, beheaded stuffed toys and broken picture frames; it is letting go despite tenacious lunges of attachment, red-drawn swords and dagger-stricken spine; it is breaking through barriers in spite of fear like the relentless soldier who ain't goin' down without no fight.

Brunei blogger May Cho in grunge chic fashion, plaid flatcap, all black, fishnet stockings, leather choker
Brunei blogger May Cho in grunge chic fashion, plaid flatcap, all black, fishnet stockings, leather choker
Brunei blogger May Cho in grunge chic fashion, plaid flatcap, all black, fishnet stockings, leather choker

I stand among wild trees and barbed fences in black and in plaid, the colour of my confidence and ardour and zest. Fishnets on my legs and gold rings on my hands, there is a particular sense of power that creeps into my stance. The world has been urging colours onto me like merciless sales assistants, but what of colours when they break my nerves and what of colours when they mean naught? I'd rather suit up in raven and find my own haven than to give myself in just to be caged in.

I stand among wild trees and barbed fences and decide that leashes just aren't for me.

MAY X

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