there's something tragically beautiful about a pot a wilting flowers.perhaps it is the drying shade of brown at the tip of the red roses.perhaps it is the subtle drooping buds of the mauve statices.perhaps it is how people still send flowers to their loved ones knowing that the pretty appearance is temporal just to bring a smile to their face.perhaps it is knowing that deep within, the beauty of the flowers lasts way beyond the superficial.perhaps it is the grim reminder that nothing beautiful lasts for long.
i swear im rewarding myself with those hugo boss specs if i live through that 15-page essay.
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vanna
00:59
Wednesday, October 24, 2007
the wind picked up the layers of dust off the ground and brought them across the street in layers.then it swept up the dried leaves and swirled them in the air,the rhythmic dance soon followed by drops of rain falling.
its sometimes so difficult to find even that few seconds to appreciate the beautiful things around you amidst the mad rush for deadlines.but when you see it..gosh.its breathtaking.
a perfect way to end the day :)
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vanna
22:35
im beginning to think that im never going to make thru this semester.
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vanna
18:56
