It’s Still There Even If You Are Not
March 25th, 2006
before i knew it, i had fallen asleep. and when i woke up, i saw that building. THE building. the one that evokes a soft, knowing smile in me everytime i pass by it.
i know your secret, i whisper to it.
gray and white and looming, it croaks back, your secret is nothing.
i know. but that’s what makes it so interesting. and all the more alluring as each day passes.
what if, what could have been, what is and what will be. i love all these questions. cos the answers are so malleable, so fluid, and they give me such a high.
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