Thursday, May 24, 2007
searching within the void for a silhouette that could echo with the melody of my soul. . . . .
a simple yet refreshing smile creased on her face could strum a complex chord on my strings of thoughts. . . . .
her fluctuating mood phrases the rises and falls, only when her eyes closed will i have the rest note. . . . .
the person, at times, could be a capo, a pick, or even a tuner when i falls into the abyss of depression. . . .
posted at 5:11 AM