The other day I was watching 'sex in bible' and everything about song of songs. History is made not only by strong men, but by men with strong weaknesses too.
Its just a minute away from midnite, the candle glows brightly to oblivion. Pearl Jam's 'Keep on rockin in a free world' fills the air, crushed cans of MGD lay strewn pell mell, the window blinds muttering to the gushing wind as cold air tailed with the smell of fall season freshens the room. As delicate as a shadow and as unseen as the nite, the stranger in me yet so wonted wanders the face of time.
I stare outside to the distane gleam of the harbour lights, yet another ship makes it home. But I have just set out on this journey with songs which my heart sings, rocked by one restless soul.
The beauty of the nite is its endlessness, you can see no boundaries and when you see one it doesnt stay for long. The longer it stays then you know its time for you to move on.
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