Saturday, July 7, 2007

Pushed to page two.

Since I have recently been commended for writing meaningful and (ahem) sensible things in my posts, I will try to keep the trend. But I am not going to promise. As I always say, an angry man cannot write - he can only vent. I am not sure if what I am feeling right now is anger, but for lack of a better word I'll call it that.

New flowers bloom and fill the air with their freshness
As old ones dry away in between pages of books
Memories come together in oneness
And the water is deeper than it looks.

It might seem like irrelevance to someone who doesn't know me and pure bullshit to those who do. Its your call.

COLOR: A light purplish pink
SONG: Unna vida (Virumandi)

1 comment:

Vämp!rë said...

it's never late :)