a song of anticipation
follows black leather footsteps
seconded by the pitter-pattering of a fist-sized machine.
i am jailed by your memory
these sparks of sunlight and walls of scented smoke and brownwood-rimmed picture frames
of evening coffee stains and cherry lip gloss
rent spaces at the back of my head.
eventually this present becomes a cage
and i , a restless bird fearing flight,
am longing instead to return
and rest in the warmth of your embrace
follows black leather footsteps
seconded by the pitter-pattering of a fist-sized machine.
i am jailed by your memory
these sparks of sunlight and walls of scented smoke and brownwood-rimmed picture frames
of evening coffee stains and cherry lip gloss
rent spaces at the back of my head.
eventually this present becomes a cage
and i , a restless bird fearing flight,
am longing instead to return
and rest in the warmth of your embrace
Home » Archives » 17. April 2007
I need rest but hell, i couldnt…
04/17/07
Its been a week or two since I was hospitalized
due to appendecitis and its quite hard even
though im already out of the hospital because of my finals,
and if I have my time to stay at home, its still hard and
boring since no one's at home all the time…(yeah, even
im not yet 100% ok they are still busy with their work).
