My muse
In the highway of my life, people come and go. Tears fall every now and then. Love is lost, promises are broken, hopes and dreams wane like the moon. People change. Things slowly unravel showering a wealth of light to those who seek refuge and salvation in obscurity. The much too familiar highs and lows of life never ceases to haunt me. In the grip of twilight depression, I find comfort in her much troubled soul. I find myself uninhibitedly spilling most of the sweet devilish little details of my day. She is everything to me. She’s like an angel, but with a dark cloud hovering over her head. I find her magical, almost like a dream. She has something some crave for while others steal. She’s beautiful close enough to perfection, but she doesn’t know it. She hibernates. If only she could see herself the way I see her only then will she definitely find herself, and learn to love herself a little bit more.
December 6th, 2005 at 7:47 pm
would love to meet her… =)
December 7th, 2005 at 8:11 pm
thanks for being your MUSE..hehehehe…
December 12th, 2005 at 7:10 am
? c AIA ba?