Friday, December 05, 2008
- 7:18 pm
and to one and all, the unreality of being. an ode to newness and similarities; to fresh beginnings and unbegun ends. to the pale purple darkness outside punctuated by the soft, steady amber glow of streetlights and the surprisingly comforting sounds of traffic passing by beneath. i am moving out, and onwards from this chamber of my heart to another; tossed about by the powers that be (unless there be no powers in which case...nevermind.).
stories. with each end of the line starting a new thread of conversation; hovering, glimmering silver in the darkness.
an end to ends and all ends to begin with a renewal of sorts. running through history, they call it and we cram it into two days of the weekend but i am one week late in writing and the weekend has passed. with james dipak wilson haresh maverick and shah; clarke quay clubbing and four-a-side football to bring things back into perspective and balance back into the life.
and of pam, and similarities, and wonder.
fin
hit the stars
