Wednesday, 18 November 2009

Work, Work, Work

My weeks cannot be defined into any one mood. Gloom and giddy happiness mingle together very frequently. An odd pair, indeed.
My inner poet is stretching her arms more and more recently, my English tutors are even beginning to tell me to tone it down. But its just the way i write, not a single qualified college tutor can quench my nature.

Such smooth revelations, cooling, calming, renting, retching… a life cannot be defined
But these incoherent imagines sweep our minds-
Hazy, fluttering.

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