Its the feeling which you get when you look around and every face that you see remains that of a stranger.
Monday, June 6, 2011
A Warm Afternoon Spent In the Cold Mountains .
Woke up to a bright sun sneaking into the room through the patches she forgot to sew . A sweet scent swirls in the air around me As i walked under the sun burnt sky .
Even I yearned for the streaks of light
ReplyDeletethrough the patches in my head
I wanted them to blind my sight
But the head wouldn't just break open.
I read you saw some light. From now on. Walk with me?