Monday, February 22, 2010

The Cliché


We would always be under the same sky. No matter where you are, there would always be that one cloud that could morph into a thousand things. A rabbit, a horse, a heart.

I wish you would see me.

1 comment:

  1. ganda naman nitoh.. sana nga may ganyang cloud para walang limutan.. :(

    ReplyDelete