Sunday, January 30, 2011


Back from the first outing with Presley9.
Can say that we got a little more bonded.
And I finally exposed my true colours.

Every girl stands a chance.

The wind howled loudly, sweeping up a dozen wrinkled brown leaves in its path.
She sat in her normal seat in the bus, two rows from the back, and watched silently as the trees swayed and people with umbrellas went scrunching through the muddy grass. The wind whistled, then died down a little.
She watched as the bus took her further and further away from the familiar roads, and deeper and deeper into newer places that were stranger to her.
Scenaries change.
All that remained behind were the memories of who she were, and how she cried when she was forced to leave.
She watched, resigned, as the rain pelted down on the bus windows, journeying on to a whole new place.
Alone.
meowed at// 1/30/2011