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THIS IS MY LOT, BEAUTIFUL STRANGERS.
Credit goes to Ling, Siti, and soon, Ragha for helping me set up this blog! Plaited Inside Out My afternoon slumber had a little more to offer. Who are you, unforgettable stranger? That I could awake with a smile I thought I had forgotten. It wasn't the tingles, no, not the tingles, But it felt perfect in all its imperfection So nothing else came close. And I want you to know, you had me set free, From the manacles I formed And now I lie here, figuring out your incomplete shadow From the meagre remnant Of my incompetent memory. You had me plaited inside out. "I want to be happy but I forgot how to" This afternoon, I anticipate my leave But I know it was that slumber I flew away. -03122005 Don't read too much into it, sometimes our dreams bring us for a whirl-wind ride which all comes down crashing to nothing the second we awake to reality. Well, that afternoon's dream was one such. TonFlyingHigh!10:44 PM *** |
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