Thursday, April 27, 2006
Last exam in 9x hours insha Allah. A feeling of deja vu that's become all too familiar. A pattern repeating itself, over-welcoming its stay.
My mind's been wandering too much lately, indulging in thoughts too far ahead or behind. Certain images from eons ago that have found a permanent home in some corner, waiting to re-surface at the right moment. Maybe it's the 4th year syndrome or perhaps I'm just losing it, either way, it's been an interesting last few weeks.
My mind's been wandering too much lately, indulging in thoughts too far ahead or behind. Certain images from eons ago that have found a permanent home in some corner, waiting to re-surface at the right moment. Maybe it's the 4th year syndrome or perhaps I'm just losing it, either way, it's been an interesting last few weeks.
Days of yore, like shadows be,
A life of their own, they become reality.
They stalk, they haunt, they follow us home,
Even in our dreams, we are not alone.
A life of their own, they become reality.
They stalk, they haunt, they follow us home,
Even in our dreams, we are not alone.
Faraz Ahmed 5:51 a.m.
2 Comments:
creepy poem ... but i like it
Thank you :-)
