manuva

a singaporean day in glasgow. i don't ever want to leave...

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how you spin me away to distant lands, to worlds of jazz, mandoulins, Garciaz, marijuana, philosophy, wonderland, the looking glass, dolphins in northern shores, Turner, Spain and ....

just by sitting next to me.

i'll never forget the past, the green shirt and the blush, the investigaton and the outcome. how i failed to see then and how i regret now, the path that could have been.

"i just realise that the numbers don't coincide with the number you choose."
i look at him and say, "you know i realised that ten minutes ago."
"i know."

our silence. materialising my thoughts, understanding my dreams and fulfilling my thirst... for rest. of late i run too fast. your silence suddenly soporific. i hate you for not knowing it, but i love you for feeling this then.

how do i do this? by not trying too hard.

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mediocre minds..... (since when did my haughtiness get above me?)