Thursday, September 17, 2009

Of lap-lips and wry smiles

Ramadan ends, reluctance ensues.

The coming of dusk, these days, makes my heart feel heavy. Weighed down with dread and a fistful of yearning, I trudge through the twilight towards a meal that so innocently fails to fill me.





"Come to me, my one and only.
Silence."







Listening to - The Days of the Phoenix, A.F.I.

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