On a Street Art Trail in Colombo. I secretly revel in the bustle that working divergent jobs bring. One line of work brings in a hint of order and solidity. Tracy, with graffiti outside her shop.

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They always find their way. Boys never wait,they rather move on. I kept on loving her and she kept on hating me. Why she behaves in this manner? The relation which had to be the most pristine of all relations we share,is actually the other way round. She has an instinct to be always better than me.

A blog where I write about my not-so-great life. Waking up in the morning listening to the sounds of the rain pouring out, I was happy for some unknown reason. What kind of pain is this? How did this happen? Is this s.

A time for reflection about life and death as well as looking forward to enjoying new beginnings. Despite his Christian beliefs, dad was. It was a great day. Part of a lighthouse light. Close up of a rock from the museum. Strange fly on gold plate.

Something I wrote for a stranger. Is it strange that I long to know you? I am waiting for your reveal. Where the lines that frame the shape of your face,. Every curve and cut,. Is it too odd that I sit and stare. For the first glimpse of what you look like. To travel in an envelope of light. Which I will open up and save in a glass bottle of my mind? I, for some curious reason have decided. That the picture of your face.

Days from my tiring life. Enter your email address to follow this blog and receive notifications of new posts by email.

For Khaula Naxir And Miss Bushra. And I blink, for there is nothing else I understand that I should do. And there I am, flying through the wind, with your hand on my waist, dancing on the sound of the crickets. Rising from the depths of despair. They talk, they show off. They hate, they make fun. I resent, I spit.

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Just A Sack Of Star Stuff. Ramblings of a random teenager. 8216;Til death do us part Pt. 8216;Til death do us part Pt. That is it for this post. As you can tell from the title, this is going to be separated into a few more parts. Two more in fact, from each perspective. I hope all of you have a good night, had a happy thanksgiving, and will have an amazing Christmas.