Zentenism

Friday, November 24, 2006

Its a cold night. Class 95 got me emo. Got me thinking about a whole lot yet again.
I am glad I have learnt from my mistakes and moved on, moved on from where I was a long term ago.
I dreamt of you last night. Peculiar dream. And when I woke up, it was raining. Poetic irony. So i beckon the bunch of them studying in the library to go out and enjoy the orchestra for a short 5 minutes.
Tonight, here I am again. A journal to the tunes of life. And here I have someone rattling away. It leads me to think. Love is, afterall, a fallacy.

- posted by zente at 9:07 AM