ponderings..

it's unbelievably late, or early, whichever way you want to look at it. these four walls that surround me have never seen me through nights like these- slaving over an uninvited assignment, poring over the 13-page article, getting distracted by the ocassional orange msn light, flashing at the bottom of the screen. these four walls are just over a month old, but they have seen so much. it is young, but its depth is remarkable for such a short span of time. how many tears have fallen, how many agonizing hours spent picking hair off the carpet, long phonecalls, painting of nails.. how can one month feel so long.

it's like placing a chipped but brand new vase on a tilted stand. you see two sharp contrasts to it- on one hand it holds up fresh flowers, newly-picked and crystal bright. on the other, it is teetering on three wobbly legs, waiting to fall and break all over.

who am i to pass judgement?

a phase, a period, a downfall of sorts. you can hunt your fears down, only to see it surface again later. maybe little packages of red, brown and of little angels are much needed after all.




sunsets always calm the mind.