June 2009
45 posts
“You keep telling me, baby
There will come a time
When you will leave her arms...”
– Sugarland
It’s just that indescribable feeling. Like being home sick when you’re not even away, or missing someone while they’re right beside you. You just wish you could capture that emotion for ever. Wrap it up, put it in a box and stuff it in a small, small, place. Perhaps it’ll never bother you after that. You might forget it was there at all, but then again, you might wish for...
“Andy Dufresne - who crawled through a river of shit and came out clean on the...”
– Red, Shawshank Redemption
And I’ll serve you the world, on a shiney silver platter. But you won’t even blink.
