II.1
parallel. part one.
with confidence
she heads forward
along the cafe-littered street
with each step
four-inch-heel commands increasing determination
along the beats of vitalic
the chaotic rhythm of street-life
resonates harmoniously
such power is optimism
for she looks forward
to her new life away from home
note: parallel story to the post tempo. a lame attempt.
with confidence
she heads forward
along the cafe-littered street
with each step
four-inch-heel commands increasing determination
along the beats of vitalic
the chaotic rhythm of street-life
resonates harmoniously
such power is optimism
for she looks forward
to her new life away from home
note: parallel story to the post tempo. a lame attempt.
Labels: tempo
posted by (nothingness) at 04:10
5 Comments:
Do you write good music too?
Dude, my new home has butterflies and vines. Less red, more black. Although my sofa has morphed into a maroon version. Hahaha.
When are you coming back?
Sorry mate but you can never be lame. Let me know when you get back. I've something to discuss with you. hush, hush, top secret! Haha..
flutterby: music? nope i have no aptitude with musical instruments.
how cool would that be, if i actually wrote music, write poems, design buildings, and make films. but i am no creative genius lah. sigh
aida: i love black. but you know that.
pudtz: can't wait
Did I mention that I love everything about this photo? The composition, the lighting, all perfectly aligned. Those are gorgeous boots too.
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