Tuesday, May 22, 2012

Pencils in my hair

"Somewhere over the rainbow,
Where bluebirds fly,
And the dreams that you dreamed of,
Dreams really do come true ooh ooooh......" gently pours into my ears, painting pictures in the mind, happy pictures for a heavy heart. It comes to an end, everything. Especially when you begin to savour it. Litchi vanilla ice cream sticks or kiwi ice candies. Crazy auto rides or whisky. Everything.

Pencils hold my hair together. For other people, they write.