The pink or the red
Friday, April 07, 2006
The pink or the red.. the red or the pink.. I chose the pink, didn’t feel like it.. changed into the red.
Yes, that’s what I needed, to remind myself of that day. Remind?! Did I forget at the first place?! Was in need to feel this moment again, and I did. Wearing the same thing, the same odor, everything was identical, but it was missing you.
I know you might not even notice that this moment passed by your life, but still I don’t mind. It’s enough for me to recall it every now and then.
Yes, that’s what I needed, to remind myself of that day. Remind?! Did I forget at the first place?! Was in need to feel this moment again, and I did. Wearing the same thing, the same odor, everything was identical, but it was missing you.
I know you might not even notice that this moment passed by your life, but still I don’t mind. It’s enough for me to recall it every now and then.
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I've written a poem on the 'injustice' inflicted upon us when we wake up 'late', I will publish it if you wish...
Sure, I'd like to read it.