Its one cloudless day when I chased the gloom away. I went out my little assuaging shell and savored the dampen flowers kissed by the rain. I wandered around bayan, every place has their own bayan. It’s composed of little version of establishments in the city. And most of the time little treasures are strategically hidden in these humbled stores. Only the persistent found them. Only those who have the eye for real beauty.
You expressed the strength of your feelings so perfectly, even in the shortest hug, which was all we had. Like a little electric current, wiring a message to me.
It has been with me for approximately three years - An Unsent Letter To Glenn~
April 29, 2011 - the shortest my hair had been. I believed I had a broken heart.
The sky has so many stories to tell. The prerogative and privilege to write them become more pressing than ever. Still, I am accepting the challenge albeit the difficulties. :)
As for marigolds, poppies, hollyhocks, and valorous sunflowers, we shall never have a garden without them, both for their own sake, and for the sake of old-fashioned folks, who used to love them.
This is an obligatory post also known as a proclamation to the world that Cherryl is finally on vacation - that is a two-week break from doing routinary acts of pretension of being a responsible student - thus spamming of photographs which constitute all things trivial from her notorious troubled light pink-walled room.
And snap it comes in between, her face, to complete her afternoon of remarkable vanity.
