| efface the footsteps in the sandmiscellaneous funny happy photos.
i miss my friends
and aw i'm so happy feifei is gonna buy stuff back from italy for us!!!!!!
xoxoxoxo.
things have changed (have i as well?), yes, but since the day we sat on the road at night and the massive truck parked itself in front of us, it's been okay. so i got up, dusted the heaviness from my shoulders, and walked deep into the smooth black night. not the same cool dusted evenings i used to know, but a new kind of firm dry heat, less lyrical too.
it was okay.
i went back to the sea too, there's something about the sea at night that stirs that sharp wave of memory within me; something more deep and mysterious than i have ever known. i remember how my sister used to crawl past the railings surrounding the singapore river and beckon, scared though i was of falling in. i remember that. the aftertaste of the languid noon resting upon the beaten grounds. the city lights and the black river, once too overwhelming and lovely for me, now mere afterthoughts on the water's surface. the memories of beauty no less sublime.
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| kiteslucinda black bear, very very obscure band. here are the lyrics, don't know if i got them wrong. they're so obscure their lyrics aren't available on the web.
Call out the sand,
the camouflaged land
twilight and dreams
give it a name
to hold you in.
and everyone's there
the back of her hair
guessing what kind of face
she'll have
when she turns around
lost wandering
gathered in sand
take off the sun
with your name
spilt in smoky grays
and haven't you heard
the tune has gone dead
and we'll have kites
always in hand, always in hand. |
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| maydaythese few days have been wonderful, i feel as if i'm under the shade, at the foot of a mountain, with all the glorious friends and days of the world surrounding me, and happiness at the peak like a flatfooted giant, tumbling down to meet us.
(yet, how it pains me to say: happiness would not have come to meet me a time ago, i would climb up, desperate to reach it, and lay my tired arms on it. how wonderful it would be then, were i to declare it, wholly, utterly mine.) |
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| pure timingwhy am i afraid of letting you down?
hiatus. |
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| feeling for snowgoodbye, miss daisies and butterflies!
pack sunshine.
♥♥,
Lynette |
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