Tuesday, January 27, 2009


There's a certain manner in which we look at one another. 
lying vertically spread on a bed. 
thrown senselessly in different temperature sheets. 
capturing her eyes. 
thats all. 
then its over. 

There's a certain angle in which we decide to perceive one another.
forming each other with mood. 
slowly emerging from a pensive state. 
capturing her tears form her eyes.
thats me. 
then its over. 

thats the room. 

the female zoo