Yourself?

Haha... Yeah... my last batch got smoking burnt... There was white smoke and oil everywhere.

When you're in love, does the other sex become fairer? Suddenly I'm haunted by nymphets everywhere I walk, with their gentle smiles, promising times of unceasing pleasure. But knowing that if I took my chance, I might lose them all. So I walk on, in dreams of scented jasmine, and Clairol's Herbal Essences, and pull myself down, control.

I feel like I'm trapped in a lousy soap opera, or at least, the strings of fate are pulling me along paths predetermined. And all I am is but an actor on a stage. Free movement, but powerless to rage. But to flow with the scenes and the story, and to just experience the magical journey of it all. I can't act. It's all written on my face.

She smiled at me.

Am I that easily smitten? Yet again? Sighz.. or maybe its just today... euphoria stemming from depression the night before. Thus everything seems rosy, everyone seems interested. I don't know. I never know. I've just stopped knowing.

posted by Downhere. @ 10:04 am