Friday, February 18, 2011

Touch of wind

Chaos, din, getting lost, work tumbling over with the smell of undone laundry, asking the way to the airport in sign language, falling in line in the queue for aliens, removing even shoe buckle to ease every body's idea of fear, trying to mug up whateverish to English dictionary, losing friends, carrying the guilt of not being there, unwritten letters, forgotten phone calls, following the religion of transience, remembering forever to accumulate less, having just enough money for the potato wedges, staying good at being no body's anyone

...every thing..........

For the memory of the touch of wind on skin....

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