Posted by: pankajunk on: March 28, 2011
My empty room, my friend of many years, i am sorry, but i will not miss you, because no shared laughter rings from your corners, nor do your wall murmur with comforting voices, the only vision i see, is my own shadows, sitting on the wooden chair, or lying on the bed in reflection, or [...]
for some people life is adventure, glorious conquests awaiting, higher and higher peaks to be scaled, but for others life is fragile, like a rag doll in a storm, so they gather what little they have, and hold it close.
