Thursday, September 11, 2008

I Miss You

A line. Its easy to draw. Like in a portrait or a picture, its straight. Least curve; least sway. Probably it is what that distinct me, different from many by sight.

He didnt talk much today. Quiet and silence. Often you might see him smiling, laughing, or probably singing softly a tune or two. However today seems to be rather unusual. Calm before the storm? Nop, just doesnt feel like talking. A line, that's how his smiles today looks like. Slightest arch.

Yesterday was barely a foot size, today's mark thousand miles away. When all matters, he knows it aint going to be easy. A feeling of uneasiness lies deep within him, is aching. How are you? He misses her. Sigh.
Dont give up
Because there will be a day
(our) fate will reunite...
and she says...dear, dont bite your lips...

1 comment:

confessions of a medical student said...

sometimes, the miss can be good.... and lines, lines, they can be flexible... depends on how you wished to bend it....

Dann the Ninja!