Tuesday, March 11, 2008

Gibberish - i


When I am lonely and thinking of nothing in particular, I like the smell of paper.
The grainy touch and the smooth dampness, where the million people search for a reflection.
Fills up my throat with an unfamiliar, intoxicating longing to dive into the river, naked and crying.

4 comments:

UnQuEsTeD said...

i always used to think papers r just things on what i can draw my imaginations and beyond.didnt ever realised or felt it also can be a shelter,for ppl like me...

Elita Karim said...

:)

UnQuEsTeD said...

:)

Shohana said...

i like the smell of the papers too. If they are blank then they are waiting for a new beginning and if its filled up then they are happy to get all the thoughts down there over their hearts.