Sunday, February 01, 2009

airport haiku am not quite clear on the syntax of time slipping by, waiting like water clasping the outside of a cold glass of water. Physics dictates a metamorphosis but i now know that things happening dont mean change. I met someone who knew me once many years ago. I wonder what i looked like now, the shell is similar but the inside is strange and thoughtful and different. And most of all sadder and not wiser.


riya said...

still. and beautiful.

Shujoy said...

you met someone, who knew you once. and i hear, you met her a lot.