Tuesday, January 08, 2008
warmth (despite dreary skies)
which hits you in the middle, your breath knocked out in gasps. Pinwheels on candy sticks amidst the green, spinning madly on a windy day, the molten gold momentarily blinds, and all I can think of and feel, is the sensation of exquisite silk against my fingers. Such resplendent colours are forever etched, onto the back of my eyes. To all my friends, whom I've managed to catch a glimpse of before you guys have made your way across various oceans to misty continents - it's been great catching up. Come back soon, please. Just so you know, even if you don't have to - school sucks.
she procrastinated @ 17:26 |
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