Saturday, November 21, 2009
it all started when words from notes started bursting into butterflies
one of them told me about its sushi dreams received from its beloved ones.
a depressed one came to tell me that it is taking the path of life alone...
the next one arrived with exciting news on colours and creativity...
the last one told me about its travel to the fluffy kingdom of clouds...
but none of them told me off for not doing this.
The Negative @