It’s almost morning, and I think I can stick it out till the first rays filter through my windows. I haven’t done this in a while, but the routine is comfortably familiar. After a hopeless chick-flick in the theater and another episode of Gossip Girl, a fancy for watching You’ve got mail yet again, I am wishing for Twilight, nonsensically shallow but working fling stuff. I think the reason I like You’ve got mail is that it runs with a hope, that despite all odds, positivity can sustain. A feat so hard to pull off in reality. We just seem to sprout way too many toes.
If I let my eyes take a breath I shall float to sleep, but the thoughts you sleep off with hunt you down in the morning. I want my pillow to smell of Oceanus, and a Cool Water wrist relaxing my temples, my favourite music and a soulful voice. Ever so fleetingly the thought of a friend who I met a long time ago crosses my mind. Pink satin envelopes or the irrelevance of it all that scares me. In any case, no decision should be made at 4 am! Maybe tomorrow, or some other day.
In the mean time, may be Her Morning Elegance would sail me to slumber.
If you want a clear mirror, behold yourself
and see the shameless truth, which the mirror reflects.
How wonderful it was to be for a while
with those who surrender.
Others only turn their faces on way,
then another, like pigeon in flight.
Between the mirror and the heart is this single difference:
the heart conceals secrets, while the mirror does not.
thats a lopsided way of looking at it!