what can i use to express myself besides writing?

each beat.
each split second before I react.

each closing of my eyes
each darkness
each brightness
each moment of helplessness

comes with,
every devotion, every passion, every whisper,
the wind will not blow...

the colour fades but the trace materialises...
slowly i will,
release
this
,
,
.
.
.

just yesterday, I witnessed how we can subtly enjoyed those little moments of our story-making-
just look closely at those fleeting images of people laughing, smiling and that slow waltz of -
little angels making that tiny steps to their guardians,
and squeak at the delight of a familiar taste of love;
the grand stewards of time, though time has drawn lines on them,
they walk side by side, in threes - spouse and spouse, and Joe Black
I am caught in between two thrones of grace,
one will be the infinite innocent receipient of the tiny bottle of grape juice;
the other will be the vintage wine of bittersweetness in an intricate grail,
so much to tell but silence says it all.

don't say anything. life is made up of moments of imagined bliss;
taste it, and even if they are imagined, the sensation of it flowing into you is real,
is smooth,
just like how tears of joy flow...