Saturday, October 14, 2006
pose one for the camera, please
this is the last time you will be seeing me the way you are used to, the way you know me to be. the next time we meet, the planets would have shifted and i would not be saying what you are used to hearing and you would be behaving yourself. good old mother earth, always in a rush to complete a day, to complete a year would have completed yet another turn. we would remain where we are and yet the distance between us would eat that which was between us. you don't like scenes, just like me. you don't care what the others think, just like me but you care what they think of me as i do and we are happy people. we wear shiny smiles, guarding our fraility, our secrets, tell tale signs like the powdery pigments of a butterfly's wings.