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Thursday, 5 February 2009

Age and all that

This shouldn't have started all over again. You have floated past but now you made it seem like it's inevitable.

You don't come back when you leave. There's no denying that a part of me desires to simper admiringly at this bit of real emotion cliche. Only, I had to bolster my defences and keep a mental note to tear my eyes away from your name, words and songs but my thoughts ran on and kept me awake for the rest of the night. I felt the sinking feeling in the pit of my stomach and at that instant I wanted so much to crouch in my hiding place. That was when I saw your face and you look pained than ever before.

This, in the light of conveying irony. I don't have many possessions but I hope everything would be just as I'd left it.