January 2009
3 posts
My best buddies = Kule Friends :D
Last night, my crazy-witty, intellectually-stimulating mkule friends called me a closet anorexic.
They are far from what people kind of say the perfect folks, but truly, time spent with them are comprised of the most enlightening moments of my life – so by now I am anticipating they WON’T be touched, AT ALL.
Last night, I guess we held the record for the longest freaking comment thread in...
tomorrow.
On some nights, you would tell that I am a Jane, or a Chloe too. I didn’t know I was wearing the same nail color. I was about to chip them off the night before.
On some nights, you would tell stories about the world – and the quaint transformations that various generations sculpted, the product of which were the early occurrences and the young obscurities.
On some nights, you were my groupie. I...
departure.
“So this is what it feels like,” I released a heavy sigh that has been tailing along my thoughts. The moment paints of a sad and vulnerable confusion standing halfway through a shabby, dangling bridge. One blink, one breath, and the same exact word hung in a distance; blinding me with its usual luster – the old gleam that taught me the bad habit of inviting a watery pair of worlds inside my soul. ...