parched browning book on the highest shelf of a vintage book store
someone would pick it up eventually, drawn to its unique charm.
an uncharted best-seller with layers of dust as its cover art.
ah, the smell of books
isn't it strange that the smell makes you nostalgic, giving you a flashback of a past you've never experienced?
•
that record playing on the vinyl that everyone nods their heads to,
with wine in their hands
till the same question wanders the whole room;
"what's the title of this jazzy anthem?"
•
walking in the midst of echoing chirps in the timber land
dead leaves crunch beneath my feet
I paused, considering whether I should perch myself on the Earth in the middle of nowhere
I did so, as the leaves nestled me
I looked around at the ochre and the mahogany of the dead leaves,
laying on the face of the ground, defeated, after a hard life
I let out a sigh and sympathised
Nature was comforting me and I sat there, embracing comfort, feeling it after a long time
Nature was my soul mate
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 7:38 AM UTC
parched browning book on the highest shelf of a vintage book store
someone would pick it up eventually, drawn to its unique charm.
an uncharted best-seller with layers of dust as its cover art.
ah, the smell of books
isn't it strange that the smell makes you nostalgic, giving you a flashback of a past you've never experienced?
•
that record playing on the vinyl that everyone nods their heads to,
with wine in their hands
till the same question wanders the whole room;
"what's the title of this jazzy anthem?"
•
walking in the midst of echoing chirps in the timber land
dead leaves crunch beneath my feet
I paused, considering whether I should perch myself on the Earth in the middle of nowhere
I did so, as the leaves nestled me
I looked around at the ochre and the mahogany of the dead leaves,
laying on the face of the ground, defeated, after a hard life
I let out a sigh and sympathised
Nature was comforting me and I sat there, embracing comfort, feeling it after a long time
Nature was my soul mate
[an ode to a friend]
