Ah , the picture is worth a thousand words. I fondly reminisce about our very first drunken escapade. Glassy eyed, stone drunk and happy as larks. Here's to my best pals..
Oh gr8!Here we go again.All social networking guys ask this as if words will somehow magically transform themselves into a mirror reflecting the image of the writer;then again as if everyone doesn’t blabber here 2 get attention.AND Before u start calling me a hypocrite.I am here for that 2.Well who deosnt like adoration.Certainly not "MOI".I dont like to write abt myself though..find words 2 confining.I dnt like definitions and labels.But since I have to write to offer a glimpse of me..I am the soft breeze that breathes life into a sultry evening,the strong wind on your back that urges to move on..to take one more step even when every breath of yours wants to give up;the ferocious storm that challenges you to duel with no intention of defeat;I am the shadow that guards when there's light aplenty;the stars that illuminate the path when darkness hangs like a veil obscuring everything;I am the water light and flowing at the surface,deep and dark with unfathomed depths;U can find me everywhere yet I slip through the fingers when an attempt is made to prison me;I am fragrance of a wild lily,the deep musky scent of wet earth,the glistening dew on budding leaflets...I am Life
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