The signal is subtle
We pass just close enough to touch
No questions, no answers
We know by now to say enough
With only simple words
With only subtle turns
The things we feel alone for one another
There is a secret that we keep
I won't sleep if you won't sleep
Because tonight may be the last chance we'll be given
We are compelled to do what we must do
We are compelled to do what we have been forbidden
So I won't sleep if you won't sleep tonight
Tuesday, August 07, 2007
my mane
today i let my hair breathe in all the various types of pollution and humidity, with the frizz and volume that it dances with, atop my head.
usually, i would wear a hairband to keep the monstrosity at bay. but today i felt that i should let it out for some 'fresh' air.
so i did.
and it blew all round my face, caressed my cheeks and neck and folded over itself. i got a few stares from people, some good, others... just plain weird.
i wish it wasn't abnormal to have thick, wavy, frizzy hair. even when i go to the salon for my regular trim, the hairdresser will never fail to make some remark that remotely borders on an insult or sarcasm about my mane.
i hate those women.
but it felt nice. for once. to let it all loose. my mane is me.
if only it could be tamed. but then again, i can't be either. :)
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Wani
23/02/1986 (Pisces)
(Psychology & Communications) Monash University
Chatting, chilling, poetry, movies, making love, making out.
Tigger & Princess
In love with love; cynical with a hint of tease. ;) LOVE THE WORLD AND SMILE AT THE STRANGER.
