A glass of water.
Plain but is ever so vital.
Who ever notices it's importance.
Only when we realise that we can't live without it.
A glass of water.
Evokes thoughts.
Thoughts which cannot be voiced, only felt.
Yet it's such a ambiquious emotion.
No idea whether is it exhaustion, anxiety, exasperation or what.
It's simply not a right feeling.
Not even overcomed by the coming new year.
Nor by valentine's day.
It's just...
A manifestation of my unique "christmas" syndrome.
I wonder why does it appear only this year and never before.
I shall sleep now.
Monday, February 4, 2008
Sunday, February 3, 2008
My friend(s)
It's nice to talk to someone.
Someone who takes you as who you are,
who accepts you as who you are,
who asks you not to change yourself,
sees the best in you even when you don't totally agree,
who listens to your woes,
who pats your back,
who consoles you when you are down,
who knows how terrible you look and feel every morning,
who knows that your fave hobby is stoning in the toilet,
who listens to ur complains,
someone who tells you to be happy.
I am so glad i got to know her.
That's what i found in my friends.
Thank you. :)
Someone who takes you as who you are,
who accepts you as who you are,
who asks you not to change yourself,
sees the best in you even when you don't totally agree,
who listens to your woes,
who pats your back,
who consoles you when you are down,
who knows how terrible you look and feel every morning,
who knows that your fave hobby is stoning in the toilet,
who listens to ur complains,
someone who tells you to be happy.
I am so glad i got to know her.
That's what i found in my friends.
Thank you. :)