Rain fall on a tin roof, inside I sit and scribble a haiku on the napkin that came inside of our takeaway Thai food.
It goes, our time is always, our season is all year ‘round. This is our secret for as long as we can keep it. The deepest of secrets that nobody knows. The root of the root, the bud of the bud and so it goes.
And the lyrics of a thousand songs couldn’t paint a picture so beautiful. She had me from my first conversation with her. See nobody was ever as clever, and I still can’t figure how they put it together.
Sitting in the room where we first got lost in one another, just tripping of the feeling of together we discovered.
Emerging from the football stands, clinging to his broken hand, it’s over.
I have it all before.
I’ll be keeping it forever. I’m going to New York next year and i’ll take it with me. For some reason it just has a very special spot in my life.
This is a dress from 119 West 40th st. New York. It’s from the 50’s. My aunty picked it up from a second hand store for $16 and it still has the original tag on it. She wa going to sell it on eBay but I told her that was a dreadful idea. So I bought it off her for the $16 she paid for it. Is it not one of the most beautiful dresses you have ever seen?
Downside? I have to leave for work in less than an hour :(
