Friday, April 06, 2007

I dream.
Of being 13.

The age where our Friend from above sprinkles copious amounts of awkwardness and uncertainity. Chocolate sprinkles over our vanilla selves.
An age so delicious on a plate of memory.

When sweetness was a natural course of life from within. Even when the world seemed all but that.

When being alive was an absurd question.
As if anyone could want not to be.

3 comments:

M (tread softly upon) said...

"When being alive was an absurd question.
As if anyone could want not to be."

:) Nice.

Dips said...

why 13?
:P

....R.A.J.A.... said...

being alive is not an absurd question now?
abhi se thak gayi? I wonder where I'll see you when you're 98 :-p