Memories of midnight...

Sing me no songs of daylight,
For the sun is the enemy of lovers.
Sing instead of shadows and darkness,
And memories of midnight.

-Sappho.

O' Squirrel... Hope thou art fine!!

Had a nightmare of a sort come true today. One of the few things that i get paranoid about is witnessing animals being run over by vehicles. Saw a lil' squirrel almost get run over by a scooter. Worst things worst, I was on my bike n the lil' bugger got hit on the leg by the scooter on the opposite side and ran straight across my way. I missed him and am still thanking God for that. I hope he's recovered from any trauma though....
I still have shivers running down my spine every single time i think of the scene....

Fake Plastic Everything...

Fake plastic trees

sunshine n breeze...

Fake plastic people

The world belittled!!!

And it wears me out, it sure does wears me out....

The sky bled that morning..

The sky was bruised,
The wine was bled,
And there you led me on.....

O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art

I heard a Stock-dove sing or say
His homely tale, this very day;
His voice was buried among trees,
Yet to be come at by the breeze:
He did not cease; but cooed--and cooed:
And somewhat pensively he wooed:
He sang of love, with quiet blending,
Slow to begin, and never ending;
Of serious faith, and inward glee;
That was the song,--the song for me!
~William Wordsworth