a symphony
a breezy morning just before sunrise. comfortably cruising. the trees and streetlights playing a symphony; of stroboscopic patterns on the tarmac. and then it drizzled. droplets on the windshield; wash away, sorrow. dried leaves leaving home, carried by the wind, dancing towards the light, towards freedom.
posted by (nothingness) at 00:16
3 Comments:
So DrAMiTiC yEt EmPtY. pErhApS i Am JuST A cOlD bItCh BuT tHeN ..
bRo YoU nEeD tO LoOsEn Up AnD lEarNt To LeT gO..
you look so young on the last post hehe :)
sean: i felt really happy you know, when i saw all these stuff.
had never noticed such things before.
adam: haha. my colleague said i look about twelve
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