Love might not always be with the one whom you share a true connection with, and humbly it might be with the total stranger who could bring you comfort and love in a once empty circular life. Such goes the life of a dysfunction-ed individual. Day after day, she sat in the rocking chair her nanny had left her, and it was on one such night that it occurred to her that love was not all that. Not that was, worth waiting for in the still dark corner of her room. Needless to say, in the agonizing years of previous love lives in a distant memory, the over-spillage of shunned pain started to run through her veins once more. No longer the anxious lover who desired only to please, her days were spent in isolation, reminiscing in the love she had lost, or rather been given up upon, dumped aside like a broken necked doll.
She knew now that it would take no more then a flicker of the moment to realize that the life she wished to bask in was no more a fabrication of her imagination then it could be the stoic truth sworn in by the most blessed preacher. All she had to do was meet the right man. Though there really did not seem to be any such person who existed within the Eastern hemisphere who fitted the bill.
It was the year, 1945. The year of jubilation for her and her family whom had migrated deeper into the Malayan forested area. Not only were they able to reunite with the people they had feared were lost to the goodness of their souls during the war effort against the Japanese, it was a turn of an Era. The best time for love and prosperity to go hand in hand with one another and bask in the eternal glory of heroism, and no longer to live in fear under that of the bloodied flag of the land of the rising sun.

~ a paraody piece while reminiscing about what my granny told me.
to all:
its a basket of memories,
laiden with love and affection,
that remains.

was talking to my work partner, why is it that we cherish only when we are faced with bare facts, and rarely do it for the aesthetic feeling itself? even if we did, its always to the extent when we cant stand it no more?

^^azure (blue day)