Wednesday, 21 March 2012
Monday, 19 March 2012
Tug of War
Admit it. You didn't want him, you wanted what I had.
Threatening desire passed on to us, your eyes rigidly fixed in advance from across the room. I felt imprisoned and endangered by your thoughts on what was forthcoming; the extent to how far you were willing to go, before I let go.
E.Y
Threatening desire passed on to us, your eyes rigidly fixed in advance from across the room. I felt imprisoned and endangered by your thoughts on what was forthcoming; the extent to how far you were willing to go, before I let go.
E.Y
Tuesday, 13 March 2012
A street for the lovers.
This street was made for lovers. The pavements are narrow, covered with street tables and chairs. The lighting is dim and the mood is already set by the unusual shadows moving in tact with the heartbeats of young and restless souls.
The vibrance of summer heats the asphalt's surface during the day whilst your sunburnt shoulder is soothed by the evening breeze.
E.Y.
The vibrance of summer heats the asphalt's surface during the day whilst your sunburnt shoulder is soothed by the evening breeze.
E.Y.
Monday, 12 March 2012
On the Road
One of my favourite books " On the Road " by Jack Kerouac has become a movie. Apparently, Francis Ford Coppola had bought the rights to this book already in 1979. I say, "What took you so long?". :)
Sunday, 11 March 2012
Friday, 9 March 2012
Ace-Jack
http://flic.kr/p/5vbooK |
You don't want to see how alike we are. How our friendship evolves
around our absurd similiarities such as sleeping with one earplug instead
of two, resenting the bitter taste of water and how we instinctively
add tabasco to our dinner.
At last, you forget how stubborn we both are and why we haven't spoken for months.
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