Wednesday, 16 May 2012

Rewind, repeat

I huddle towards my bed at night like a thief, taking solace in the shadows, careful to never make a sound. Its 4am. The birds have started chirping restlessly, soon the day will be born again. Soon my tired eyes will wake to find everything looks old. Soon everything will be the same as yesterday.

1 comment:

Street - Walker said...

yeah, the birds, at late night or early morning ... feeling is same and alike.