Thursday, August 28, 2008
mew
finally a time for me to do as i please. it seems that the sense of having endless reels of time is now an unrealistic fantasy. fingering the gold knob of the wooden structure before her, she contemplated about what she should do next. the list of options seemed endless like thread on a spool. when would the thread fray, gaining freedom from the spool that caused so much hurt and tension. absent mindedly,her hand tugged at the knob revealing a multitude of fabrics of all shades. it was hard not the appreciate the visual feast of colours. i may continue if i please... bye
Perfection
10:09 PM
