Saturday, December 28, 2013

footprints in the sand

In the red sunset
Walking hand in hand
My white dress and your black suit
Laughter in the salty air
Leaving footprints in the sand.

Between white satin sheets
Waking next to you
Fiery passion of the morning             
The warmth of our embrace
Leaving footprints in the sand.

Then a stork passed by and
All was joy but
Till one day,
A fight broke.
It wasn't just about two any more.

Mad hatter: Mad about hats!

Of many things that I keep tabs on, hats, nowadays, has raised to the top of my obsession list.

My current obsession would be bowler hats!
The indecisiveness of a Libra, I couldn't bring myself to choose between the plain ones or the ones with a moulded cat ear. Like a fad, the cat ears might come and go. And not to forget, the colours. My top picks would be black and burgundy. Or maybe camel or ivory. Not to forget, i can't decide to actually get it or not.

Cash or product.
Choose one style.
Pick one colour.

I am not rich. I can't have multiples of the same item.

And I have no idea why am I composing this when I should be reading. And my English is bad. And I do feel bad.

(Self bashing on the internet. Bravo Denise, Bravo)