Late nights in white walls. Silent passages, vacant chairs. Words falling on invisible ears, water through a sieve. Silent streets and stiff breezes. Vacant lots, empty roads. End trails and entrails. Rustling leaves, echoing footsteps. Dark houses and cold draughts. Weary feet, withered eyes. Steaming coffee and bottles of water. A warm, restless slumber and quiet dreams of no waking.Wednesday, February 20, 2008
White Nights
Late nights in white walls. Silent passages, vacant chairs. Words falling on invisible ears, water through a sieve. Silent streets and stiff breezes. Vacant lots, empty roads. End trails and entrails. Rustling leaves, echoing footsteps. Dark houses and cold draughts. Weary feet, withered eyes. Steaming coffee and bottles of water. A warm, restless slumber and quiet dreams of no waking.
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the sky.. woah! you got a sky like that! :D
niiice pic.
nice words, the current obsession.
:)
The vacant chairs kind of killed me :|
When i think of the house, i can't not imagine them without them drooping sunflowers now :)
@anon: Thankie :) Never get to see the stars from where I live in Perth (tiny house, big, big trees all around), but sometimes them clouds are very obliging.
Do you want the song?
@hema: Aw, why? It's just the office, child.
And mebbe I should plaster those sunflower pics all over the walls in the house :)
tiny house, big, big trees all around: must be wonderfully beautiful early mornings!
Kenna: Got it from youtube. It's very good.
Welll... the only time I see early mornings in Perth is on weekdays when I have to head to work, so general ohwowthatisonehelluvabeautifulmorning thoughts are usually the last to enter my mind :)
On weekends, I'm dead to the world. Or to the morning, at least.
mornings, week days, weekends: hmm... :) static - addictive, I tell you! :)
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:) It is, isn't it?
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