a little space i call my own

wind and shadow

down the orange litted street, leaves are scattered. there's the wind. the soft little wind. close to a breeze. yet, somehow, it brushes through the long, the very modern, the straight hair. it felt the smooth texture. it felt the fragrance. chanel? gucci? very close. not there yet.

the wind continued on its very path. bringing the scent across the road. right to the very moment of a breath being taken in. a sniff? eyes casted on the direction of the fragrance. wow...

hand ran down the hair. she could felt the wind's presence. but not him. her fingers running about the nine keys. focusing on the bright screen. a sms? a thank you ? a sorry? a complain ?

blink hard. rub twice. and again. the back is astonishing. the fragrance is ... one brilliant attention grabber. if only .. he thought... if only... she could just turn around...

the pace was slow. getting slower. the orange lights never dim. the moon held high. the wind still blowing. from her to him. irritates that of her, kept him cool. makes her graceful, what a feast to the eyes. make her fragrance known, a blessing to the nose. but... chanel? gucci? he could only scratched his head.

she turned in. he wanted to held out his hands. but his eyes was on the road. like a painting. close to a painting. as their shadows met. the eyes met. the mouth met...

good day. today was study day. haha. manage to study something. at least something. nothing much to talk about today. so, i shall keep this short. haha.

what a view.

red.

black.

*yawn*

i'm here, always...