Friday, September 26, 2008
she told
the story ...
Friday, September 26, 2008
That tuesday, I saw the sunset with myriad hues in the backdrop.. and tall concrete in the foreground.. as the sunlight warmed my skin.. I realised what I was missing in life.. not that I regret chosing this life.. we always make choices, don't we? Conscious.. weighed choices.. As I walk the red carpet every day.... The orchids on my table are wilting, but still the same bright shade of purple.. I step out long after the world has gone to bed and the last train has left the station.. I walk into the darkness to be driven home.. with Mozart singing me a lullaby.. I come back to a sweet-smelling home.. It welcomes me with its familiarity.. I curl up in the bed watching TV and say to myself.. "I couldn't have imagined myself living this life three years ago, but I love every moment of it."Labels: twilght
she told
the story ...
Friday, September 26, 2008
