Reminisce
Sunday, August 23, 2009
11:26 PM
Imagine a world with a perpetual touch of sanguinity.
Imagine gilded clouds that swirl in the vast mauve skies.
Imagine black skyscrapers that reflect the rays of both the sun
and the moon with kindred glass panels.
Imagine the glistering stars, symbolically christening your hopes and dreams.
Imagine yourself looking at them, longing escape the seething reality.
Imagine a world without pain, a world that numbs the weary, like a sluice, it
flushes out your sufferings.
Now imagine that you can fly.
It's a beautiful thing.
