Time for raindrops.
What is so special about it? Nothing nothing in fact.
I am playing with words,wooden alphabets. It hurts.
It is a musical note dropped into my white papers.
It made a mark,but not in black.
I had illusions, me carrying a magic wand and drawing endless colourful pictures all around in vacuum.
It lasts seconds,minutes and hours. But at the end of every illusion i will be back to normal as usual.
It put me in a dilemma.
Which is normal? Which state of mind? Don't know.
Any way let me make a move. I need to post some letters.
A house wife and mother of a toddler, this is her space, for sharing her passion in cooking, writing and photography.
Thursday, 28 May 2009
Time for raindrops
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