its a quarter after 1

chapters begin with the best and sometimes the worst of a story. torn between a life of books, journals and articles, in contrast with of the fast paced, heart pumping, mundane offsets of work.

as i sit back, in cold justice, the four walls around me being my only companion. the lyrical serenade from my itunes my only sanctuary. the azure coat which keeps me safe from the devilish penetrating beams of light.

my less than perfect world. the ongoing decision of what and how things should be.

the shift, of polars, the contrast of the deep blue ocean with green. the different paths, that has to be taken. has all that which was once simple, faded? waiting, on a vibration. which comes in forms of codes, encoded, left with you to decode. the sill of thoughts.

mornings, are followed with a careless yet graceful strut towards the balcony. greeted, with the morning sun, the trees rustling as the wind calmly pushes leaf onto leaf. and the mynahs, with the bright green parrots. singing along to the leafs swaying, with warm greetings of a hot presence. the heat, slowly eats into the lungs, with every inhale of air. shiny beads begin to form, as pores open, which marks the significance that it is another day. what the day holds, what the day brings, is what you make of it.

all dolled up in straps, love, now, where have you been?