Wednesday, August 15, 2007
" ; Wednesday, August 15, 2007 "
some day..
when i sat on that chair right in front of your window...
i felt the same cooling wind brushing my face...
but i no longer see the same clouds and sky...
and...
you did not exist anymore...
in the painting behind the bars of the window..
everything...
had vanished...
and...
i had never discovered what was the key to your heart...
may be it was a wrong move to sat on that chair again..
and viewing that painting again