Monday, November 21, 2005

subject: sweet apple pie. sweet.
time: 12:34pm
music: officially missing you - tamia
mood: melancholic


"hope is a waking dream" - Aristotle

; so stars will coax you into transformation:
a sleeping violet, a dreaming iris
unquietly blooming under opaque skies.
and if we can hide
i won't have to ask,
how i can keep anything to myself?
you are my cosmic blueprint
and you are my precious evidence
and you inscribe love beyond this self.
and we are happily after,
once upon these days.

; once in abit, i close these windows and in the fewest possible words i write with a desperate intensity, writing with images fleeting in tandem across this barren-ridden landscape. blank pages after blank pages. dear me, enraptured in intoxicated happiness with the influx of unwritten words, just spinning in my wheel. unwritten to be written.

what a good morning it is! =]

; i woke up from a 4 hour sleep this morning with a huge smile plastered on my dweeby face. rainy mornings are my favourite. a certain nostalgic feel attached to the rain pattering on the windowpanes.
; its strange but i feel to know myself more on rainy days.



You Are Apple Pie


You're the perfect combo of comforting and traditional.


Those who loves you crave the security u can provide.





i am an apple pie =]