14 Sep 2004
candid indeed
The morning changes everything. And with it are gone words once whispered, secrets once shared, tears once shed. Just like that.
A journey of a thousands miles is sometimes covered in a single night. And all that was before the night ended seems a part of another world, another time.
Then all you’re left with is a photograph. Taken with professional equipment, mind you.
It makes a good picture – you looking right into the eyes of another, and yet you’re not really there. Or maybe you’re there more than the picture can ever capture.
Never thought I could look like that smiling, or screwing up my face or simply staring into space. It’s nice to know that there are always parts of you that keep emerging in the fleeting blink of an eyelid.
Always nice to know that there are parts of you that you discover only when seen from the eyes of another. Through a camera lens, for example.
It’s the kind of feeling that makes you want to giggle like the schoolgirl you once were. Or the one that you were before the world spilled the beans on you.
That’s a lot of thoughts up there. Guess you can’t help cramming everything into minimal space when you’re minds a whirlwind of random thoughts, at best.
It’s a happy world right now. Tentative, yet happy.
Maybe this would make more sense the next time around.
Current Mood: Cheerful
Current Music: Grieve
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