The remoteness and infinite thinkings

Standing on the sand, I vividly thought about the past and dream. What would you like to dream tonight? This is a question that I would constantly doubt on my mind, in order to expand my imagination, imaging the things are missing. Am I a surreal writer? Maybe not, because I am not a person affiliated the concept of label. Label is unsophisticated, time would change everything therefore label could not maintain its consistency to define an individual singularity.

Breathing the sea salt water, hearing the ocean sea wave, witnessing the people indolently walked on the sand, touching the scatter wind under the velvet blue sky, the sun was shining on my brown skin.

I now have an idea for a new writing prompt that my mind has been preparing the plots. I need to use action to make things happen. Actions speak louder than words. I need to concern how to use writing to humanise the spirit of image, maybe providing more details that would make the scene to make more real.

I also need to expand my imagination on reading different books.

I have ordered a new literature written by a Malaysian author. I also know which book I should read next, Andrea Hirata’s The Rainbow Troops.