Monday, August 13, 2007
I want to live in a house next to a sandy beach
and ponder over English novels and draw my thoughts down in the form of cartoons and childish scribblings; with you by my side whispering sweet nothings into my ear, occasionally engaging in some child-like banter of sorts, where we run down the shore feeling the rush of the heaving seawaters on our bare feet. The sky isn't too sunny, I'd reckon it's cloudier than usual, a veil of grey over the vastness of the mysterious skies. The wind tells us it's about to rain and you hold my hand and take cover while I take cover in your arms. It's begun to drizzle as we sit on the rose coloured sofa counting the number of raindrops that fall upon the glass window. It's beautiful; it couldn't have been anyone but you. As it should be, forever, whenever.
tried to hunch; 11:04 PM