My miss is constantly on my mind, always in my train of thought. She's all I could remember in the mornings from sweet dreams at night. Going to bed, spending those five precious minutes of thought all of us have before surrendering to unconciousness, all I see is her. Sometimes on the daily lonesome bus rides, I smell her fragrance and hear her laughs, bursts of joy that are often embaracingly too loud. Truly, she has become 'the air I need for living,' a stolen phrase of wonderful discription that I won't claim as mine. Neither will I cite it. How can I live on keeping her secret from the world? How could I survive without seeing her every second and talking to her every moment of my life? I doubt I can for much longer.
Adonis
{kwoo§hie}* said...
dang.
you lucky you fall asleep in 5 mins.
=P
Sawsan said...