Sometime I just want to forget the outer world..just to look at myself..as I always found myself busy in thinking about others..but I really don't know whether I have the time for that..so I just shut off the door of my mind and stare at paramita..the person who is quiet different from the person whom you see giggling with friends..running in the rain..this is the person who just like to seat calmly ...this girl thinks about her childhood memories..the blossom who once cultivated herself in a very tender away..and then..the storm of reality has shattered her petals ..and she has to transform herself..
but till now..in the lonliest corner of her heart..she likes to walk in that memory lane..as ..that was the real me ..that was the paramita..
Thursday, August 9, 2007
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