walk in the park

tonight, the park was beautiful and shrouded in a thick bolstering stillness.
it was a stillness that was comforting, soothing, not the cold stifling sort.
the moon was the grandest i've seen in a while.
so grand it actually made me stop in my tracks.
the park was a dark heart. it was dead, but so alive at the same time.
nary a person in sight, the animals made a ruckus- the crickets so piercing at one point.
for a while, i thought the moon was racing me. i kept turning to the right to check where it was.
it was wonderfully spine-tingling
aptly, someone was crooning sentimental love songs that i tried to trail but failed.
just hearing was good enough tho.
i realised how much i prefer the park at night, after a shower.



if you think up thoughts, make an art, write a note etc etc,
does it still count if no one else knows of it?
i am thinking, no.


i'd name her Shell.

he'd remember me by my earlobes.

that 'oh you pretty things..' song is stuck in my head.

watched a film called 'british style genius' in school today.

i feel like curling up to a good film tonight, against the cool sheets.

that swedish beer is kind of mediocre.

good night, goodnight
x