Middle of the night
Sometimes I feel the need to blog, but what about?
It's time in the middle of the night, when quietness encompasses, or noises from night dwellers that sound like part of the silence, not belonging to you. Or the creak of the swivelling fan, on its 9457th rotation since two days ago.
Out of the window where dark clouds loom in reddish horizons, you feel small and insignificant, a speck of the world. Who will remember you?
The life of the future flashes past. The end of the paper chase, the start of the rat race, assemble a family, then bade farewell to all and life.
Will there be someone to hold you at the window sill at 3am of a wednesday night when moonlight fails and stars don't shine to mask the shadows of this silent world?
3 comments:
the mind forgets but the heart remembers. i will remember u. =)
oops. u're not supposed to knw it's from me! u're only supposed to knw tt there's someone who will rmber u.
you silly girl... but thank you .. :)
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