Sunday, August 31, 2008

I miss you...

Last night during the party at a certain point, where everything seemed to have slowed down, I lied down, looked into the sky, closed my eyes.



(No. Please, don't interrupt.. It's not about that. Read on, I beg you.)



As I opened my eyes, I was captivated by what I saw. Really, I was. The night settled the tone, the smoke from cigarettes made a mysterious aura, the lights from the garden lit up my subject reasonably. the chair went well with that scene.

I wish I could have taken a picture. I wanted to. But I was afraid if I went to get my cam and returned, it would have changed. I stared on trying to burn it into my mind. I can vaguely recall it. That was my regret. I wanted to take a picture of you, but I guess I was awed by the sheer beauty/awesomeness of that scene, I didn't want to move.

That was my only regret. Not being able to keep that image. I'd go and try and sketch it, but trying to recall something so hard, my memory might lie to me and add/remove things that were/weren't there.




I'll never see it again...

8:05 PM
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