We're at this stage in life where we reminisce too much of our near past, worry too much about our near future, are
too clueless about everything that can, will, may happen to us, think we know alot, think we don't know anything,
am confident about the wrong things, take pride in wasting time away, want too much but want to do too little.
Ohwell.
Wednesday, May 27, 2009
Vespertine
It's haunting, your half-cocked smile, the empty road, the smell of rain. It paints a picture surreal, like a sad artist's final work. You reminded me of the four o'clock flower, an individual flower with myriads of rich colours. It's real, but I'd rather believe it's not. Things are better when they aren't true, mirabilis. Let's move on in the painting, till we disappear down that road, into the frames, where nobody can see us no more.
If we have to, we'll be back after five o'clock.
6:07:00 PM because I say so