Re : Stacks

"I will remember your small room, the feel of you, the light in the window, your records, your books, our morning coffee, our noons, our nights, our bodies spilled together, sleeping, the tiny flowing currents, immediate and forever. Your leg, my leg, your arm, my arm, your smile and the warmth of you who made me laugh again."
— Charles Bukowski

"I think it’s very healthy to spend time alone. You need to know how to be alone and not be defined by another person."
— Oscar Wilde

I'm not one for being mushy and sentimental and stuff (one of the reasons why I deleted my old entries, I felt it was a bit too personal) but allow me the rare occasions where I can relapse into my old self, yeah? I also hate the thought of people being able to read me like an open book, you know because I think once you're with someone, you're not the "mysterious" girl anymore, which is also why I think I'm still unlucky in the dating department...but let's not delve deeper into that.

So I'm on tumblr too if anyone cares to look me up on that site. I'm also on twitter, but let's save that for another day shall we?

1. Photo by breathoflife 2. Photo/scan by unknown.

Opus 26

I long to be on the pier overlooking Lower Manhattan right at this moment. Once I had a dream similar to this. It was beautiful. When my eyes opened to the morning light, I blinked several times. Then I realized I was blinking at reality, nowhere could my life be as glorious as in my dreams. When I sat up in my bed, I was filled with this kind of yearn -- a kind of longing I would rather keep to myself. This secret, it comes haunting me every now and then. Sometimes subconsciously when I'm sleeping, but most of the time voluntarily when I'm daydreaming.

Photo by lintuimmortal