December 2011
4 posts
awarewolves:
His eyes glisten with the tiny diamond drops of the sky’s downpour. I can see a rainbow somewhere through those little balls that bear his sight. I wonder what he sees in me. In him, I see the moon, the stars, the hazy clouds, the perfect evening portrait. In him, I see the flock of birds rotating in mid-air, the reflection of the sun’s undying light, the inimitable grayness of the...
awarewolves:
This is what I’ve learned about people: they have always been meant to be strangers.
And this, right now, is something I have never learned just yet. Yet I know, someday, I finally will.
We are all meant to be strangers with one another. We are all meant to acquaint estrangement, in some end or another.
Remind yourself of that old friend from high school. It barely feels you’ve...
