by sajin on June 7, 2006

That is the first time I touched so… and the last. At times, when am alone, I can feel it on my hand again… I can feel the same pain building up, welling up inside me and drowning me at the same time. And then later, the hollow look of letting go… reflected gold… chilling warmth.

I earnestly wished you rest at leisure, and rest you did. But…


Veronica June 8, 2006 at 8:13 am


Sini September 28, 2006 at 1:52 pm

Hello? Where are you?

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