Thursday, December 18, 2008
O W L
Everyone seems to be leaving me all alone in a station.
I could hear every breath of mine. Last train to DreamsHill still awaits for me. I lay my cranium low with untrimmed fringe dangling down to my chubby cheeks, trying hard to avoid anyone from noticing me. With a thriller theme novel kept close to my chest, I hurried in.
I remember coming to the subway with someone.
Somehow, it seems arduous to rewind everything.
Seated with no stranger by my side. Stumble upon the truth.
Eyes making a rapid glanced towards the milieu. No one's around.
I then realized, I'm all alone.
toodles ++
Signing off @ 2:40:00 am |
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