there is something about you, that take my breathe away.
fridays after fridays. for the past 2 months of so, none of those brought about that indulgent feeling of TGIF. right now i'm waddling through the 2nd last friday till i wake up to complete carefree sunshine. this is not a complaint: i don't wish to victimise myself against exams, which i have learnt to accept now as inevitable and probably, necessary. (i actually feel quite empowered by the amount of knowledge residing in my brain now, and will miss them sorely as they fade away with a 'pop' in 10 days' time - i'm perverse like that!)
well, it's just a little longing. there are branches outside the library windows, wearing an inviting shade of summer green (my ex-favourite colour no less!), waltzing in the wind's caress. i could be out there, immersing myself in the scent of spring, although london's spring has so far, been nothing like the fuzzy warmness i have so looked forward to.
but i'm willing to wait. life is but a long long wait anyway. waiting for your nightmares to go away, for your dreams to come true, for your lover to take your hand, and say i do.
till the end. many more exams to brave through, many more springs to knock on my door, many more many more...till the end, when i have grown tired of this world, with fondness, with lingering memories that i would at last be willing to extinguish as i step off the stage, without bowing.
well, it's just a little longing. there are branches outside the library windows, wearing an inviting shade of summer green (my ex-favourite colour no less!), waltzing in the wind's caress. i could be out there, immersing myself in the scent of spring, although london's spring has so far, been nothing like the fuzzy warmness i have so looked forward to.
but i'm willing to wait. life is but a long long wait anyway. waiting for your nightmares to go away, for your dreams to come true, for your lover to take your hand, and say i do.
till the end. many more exams to brave through, many more springs to knock on my door, many more many more...till the end, when i have grown tired of this world, with fondness, with lingering memories that i would at last be willing to extinguish as i step off the stage, without bowing.