Dear Maizy
Sleeplessness is a new word which I have learnt the hard way. The weather, being supremely hot tonight, has prevented me from getting any rest. I kept staring at the corner where we used to snuggle, right below stacks of indie CDs. Perhaps if I took them out one by one and played them all, you'd change your mind after the last one ends?
I don't think my magic 8 ball will concur. It will probably have a long one-sided conversation with me on the merits of MP3 playlists.
Yours with every thump of the bass / heart
Andy
About Me
- Andy
- Are you afraid of death? We all must go somewhere eventually. Even as you are reading this, a tiny part of you dies. But for some of us, the love we feel overwhelms the desire for self-preservation. We love and die with each passing moment, not knowing the cause of our anguish. But then again, if you have never loved, you will have never lived. So how have these people 'lived' if their actions brings them closer to their doom? I am one of them. This is my Near Love Experience.
No comments:
Post a Comment