Thursday, September 10, 2009
Faster than a shooting star, baby you stole my heart and I never want it back..
I woke up with a sudden jolt this morning. I scrambled for my phone to check what time it is. 4 am. We are airmiles away but exists at the same time. I wonder how long before the air I breath turns to a full cycle and get to you. Because I've been sending kisses in the air.
I wonder how long before I get flooded with more thoughts to ponder on.
I get fewer voices now. Could it be that I'm finally merging into one? I'm noticing that in my walks, the voices agree. They actually agree not to argue.
I'm suddenly peaceful.
quill | 08:11 am |
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