There are things that timE cannot erase..and there are some which we dont let gO..
I didnt let, be erased, the memories of those beautiful childhood afternoons when, after school, i used to sit with the watchman near the garden of my apartment and tell him stUff i did at school.. and time wasnt able to erase the memOries of a post-beautiful-afternoon momEnt when i enter the empty drawing room of my home with burden on my shoulders framing a picture that would probably speak of mundane isolation..
SomehOw, today i love talking to a stranger n listen to his story, just like the watchman who used to listen to me.
Somehow, today i loVe entering an empty room and feEl satiated with the silence around...just like tOnight..with peaCe and endless dePths of blackness to sink intO..the daylight today is toO shallow !
