Like a photograph so old that no one remembers where it was taken. Like a memory so brittle it's not recollected, lest it's destroyed. Like an old book with a stranger's name on it.Like waiting for an eternity for the end.
Friday, April 18, 2008
comatose
Like a photograph so old that no one remembers where it was taken. Like a memory so brittle it's not recollected, lest it's destroyed. Like an old book with a stranger's name on it.Like waiting for an eternity for the end.
Thursday, April 17, 2008
cheque, please
I hate it when people overstay their welcome. Emotionally or otherwise. And I know because there have been times when I have done just that.
dark matter
I have a habit of looking up. Especially at times when I am bored. Or thinking negative. Each time I see something different. Sometimes, I have a camera.
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