S[now].

Ah, winter bloos.

Wetfloor.

Catch me please, before I fall.

Sovereignty.

You’re calling me to lay aside
The worries of my day
To quiet down my busy mind
And find a hiding place

Worthy, You are worthy

I open up my heart
And let my spirit worship Yours
I open up my mouth and let a song of praise come forth

Worthy, You are worthy

*Of a child-like faith
And of my honest praise
And of my unashamed love
Of a holy life
And of my sacrifice
And of my unashamed love

-Ten Shekel Shirt

And… again.

BRB. In 3 days this time. I’ll have fluffy white snow photos.

So it has begun.

While the school sem has started and already the clutter of readings and writing has already taken it’s evil shapes, somehow or the other, I still found time, two days in a row, to sit down somewhere and talk. Just talk. With someone of course, lest people find me wierd. The first time at KokoBlack, the second at Gloria Jeans. Oh, downing thick creamy hot chocolate while sitting outside on a cold wintry day with good company.

And now, I’m at home at a decent hour, cooking dinner and eventually settling into my beanbag to do my readings. Harry Potter 7 sits on my desk, very tempting. But I’m waiting till I have 12 hours to spare to finish it all in one shot.

Key word this sem.: Discipline.

Photos soon-ish.

Wanting to believe in more than that.

And…

Be back in three days. Yes, again. I forsee it to be happening alot more.

Linger.

The familiar faces, streets that had no names which kept away little treasures of time. Felt just that she was right there, right now.

She sits there, her room, lit by a single lamp. Going through the memories of yesterday.

Feels like tomorrow came too soon.

A silly smile creeps onto her face as she sinks back into the precious moments.

For just a while longer.

As if…

You could see right through me.

Brown rust.

When what I miss most is not black and white.

Priorities.

The price to pay for vision,
Is there can be no one else.