Tuesday, February 26, 2008
and i did call you to tell you that, didnt i?
i put all that gloss, even though i had no where to go.
I'm wondering how jazz is, her red sweater makes me feel so warm. :P
the liquid shine lip gloss that was the start of the most amazing night ever!!:P
jazz get well soon, i love you, miss you.
Saturday, February 23, 2008
I can stare at your pictures for hours. And I can’t still understand you- the smallest, tiniest thing about you is a mystery. Unfortunately, it’s simply a mystery to me. If you love something, even a thing, you feel its every contour, open it out, explore every inch of it and try to remember every crack- or how the light glides off its surface. To everyone else, it’s just a phone or may be just a car- but to you- that would be something so important- every memory attached to that object would replay every time you think about it.
So I look at you some more. All I have are photographs and memories. I know I’m looking at the picture of a guy, who- like so many guys- is just another guy in reality but I put him up on a cloud in my mind, so high- that he’s looking down at us all while we look up.
It’s like somebody very intelligent once told me. “It’s never a cloud that comes in front of the sun, but a cloud in front of our eye.”
To me, your every look has a meaning. Are you looking into the camera? Having a good time with friends? Were you thinking of me during this time?
Through the blur of tears in my eyes I see..you are wearing the t-shirt I gifted you.
The Open Window
I let my life slip by
Through the open window
The one that didn’t catch my eye
Somewhere inside of me
I knew it was there
But even in my wildest dream
I never thought it would cause me such despair
I hunt for my dreams
Though they are broken
I hunt for words
I should have spoken
I let it all slip by
Through the window that didn’t catch my eye
The one I took for granted
And let my life slip past it.