If you were to cross the road and hurt your toe, I know that I will never know. As we go on to take different roads and move on across different shores, there is something that happens to our relationships. Something that estranges, disconnects, disintegrates. I know that you still think of me. I know this because I find myself thinking about you. And thoughts rarely get seeded on their own. It comes from you to I and from I to you until one of us is alive. Old relationships rarely die. Like broken winged moths, they hang around dark alleys of forgotten memory lanes. Ever so often, I can hear one of them flutter its wings. Not too close but never too far.
I think I am an actress too...l however; I see my worlds collide at times... How do you keep them separate?
ReplyDeleteI don't. But then, rarely do others know ? ;)
DeleteYour words put me in a trance. I'm probably going to quote these one day with your reference. Beautifully written :)
ReplyDeleteNow, these are your words too. Quote freely :)
DeleteVisited your blog. Refreshingly different. Loved it.
God...you said so much....amazing :)
ReplyDeleteI am no competition Sadia :)
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