Blue-ness

Blue-ness
Olympic 2008

Moodless

Moodless

Tuesday, November 18, 2008

Thoughts

I watched the clouds drifting away.
Seated afar away from many.
Holding my cell, awaits.
Can you forgive me for trying hard?
Your silence make me hope.

I've been lost since then.
Not a compass can save me.
Not a needle can pickle me.
My vision fails me.
My hearing pitchs me.
My world topsy-turvy.

I stoned.
I froze.
Time have stopped, perhaps.
These tears had grown.
These body is putting a stop.

Pause.
Why?

Imagining you here.
In these moments.

Thus,

And here I am left in silence.

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