Sunday, February 27, 2011

Just like the old times

It's just like the old times. The only anomaly does not exist anymore. A cut and opened pouch of shampoo simply disappears from my bathroom teleporting itself to God knows where. Parting with shampoo is such sweet sorrow. :) Happy? While my guitar gently weeps. (Reference: My mom came in my dreams tonight. She asked me to take a wash early in the morning for there was to be a Pooja for mom. I miss my mom.) Wonder ~ Natalie Merchant

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