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25.11.07


christmas s exactly a month away from today.it used to be nothing like a sparkling white tree adorned with candy canes to brighten up the night and presents wrapped in metallic red and green to put a grin on a child's face. we all used to believe in santa in his shiny big black boots and reindeers soaring across the midnight skies.
but there comes a chapter in life when we stop believing in fairytales and the child in us. when extravagant parties no longer thrill you anymore, you start pondering and realize that all you really long for is warmth- the cookie cutter dream of snuggling by a fireplace under a mistletoe. for time to come to a standstill.
sometimes we move on so quickly that only on hindsight,we discern the stifling fumes blurring our outlook.

i wish the holidays will never end and every day will freeze at eleven thirties,
twilight walks and picnics. for now, i ve never felt as liberated and tranquil.


.a penny for yr thoughts
a picture so it lasts.

19:17


music is a moral law
it gives a soul to e universe,
wings to e mind,
flight to e imagination,
a charm to sadness,
gaiety&life to everythin.
it is e essence of order,
& leads to all that s good,
just,& beautiful,
of which it is e invisible,
but nevertheless
dazzling, passionate
& eternal design form.
-plato


dede
221089 libra
cjc
student. music teacher.
1\5 dancin angel(:

loves
sky at seven picnics.
teddybear(:
piano n harp
horseridin