Sunday, December 20, 2009

Listening to: River flows in you
Yiruma

Man, woman. Hard, soft. Pain, pleasure. Sometimes we demand the right to be able to choose, and yet at other times, bemoan choices which have been made for us.

Love or friendship, money or quality of life, condoned routes or the path less taken. Sometimes, i cannot decide if i am taking myself for a walk to the last destination i would want to reach.