Saturday, December 11, 2010


 There was a moth on my bedroom wall when I came out from my bath yesterday.

 The writings which I painted on the wall which I thought would be nice to take.
 The cookie in my hand while I was reading yesterday afternoon, with -weirdly, I know- my camera around my neck.

 The stars on the ceiling of my bedroom.

They glowed while I closed my eyes and went to sleep.

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