When I look into your eyes
I can see a love restrained
But darlin' when I hold you
Don't you know I feel the same
'Cause nothin' lasts forever
And we both know hearts can change
And it's hard to hold a candle
In the cold November rain
Siren's Song
Tuesday, October 28, 2003
A friend asked if I am into photography. "Why?" I asked.
"The pic you put up on Friendster's quite well-taken."
I almost cried. Almost.
A strange sensation took over me. Beads of perspiration felt trapped beneath the surface of my palm, eager to ooze, no, burst out of my poles, as though I'm experiencing this mild static shock. Charged up, electrified.
J took that pic.
Picture of a girl staring forlornly outta the window. What is she thinking of? Who is she thinking of?
I'll tell you. Even then I was wondering what would happen after I leave the shores of Melbourne. What would happen to C? What would happen to J? What would happen to me?
Pity I can only know the answer to the last question.
