Monday, January 17, 2005

you belong to me

i like the feeling of chancing upon the past. things which evoke memories.a song over the radio, a letter amongst the many in your box. memories which come rushing back leaving you with a heady adrenaline rush and girlish excitement and glee;those which make you laugh and chuckle; and then there are those which leave a bitter aftertaste. i love opening boxes, finding stuff forgotten in the clutter of everyday life. its the element of surprise and childish wonder that seems so precious to me. mere chance. and somehow all this makes you feel complete, an invisible thread which threads everything together and makes sense of all that is happening.
sometimes all you're ever left with are memories...

wen at 10:46 PM

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