Rides.. I can take long rides. Picking a secluded spot so that i can pretend my existence was dust. Either sinking into my book or scrolling through my ipod looking for something that suits. There. From this moment always comes into my head. Facebooked into mine by Faith.. The only song that makes a heart beat like a heart. I miss her. So much.
Tuesdays with Morrie. I haven flipped more than 5 pages of the book. Yet its like i knew the front and back of it. Morrie was Faith. If in a non-fiction tale. Morrie says without love, we're birds with broken wings. Faith says, we're all love birds with broken wings. Only thing her sense of humor came along with every wisdom.
So i sat at work, sneaking few more sentences from the book. Then i started to trace back to moment i got the book. From the man who over tan and got burnt from the sun. These should be all that's in my head. I can't blog properly now.. would. come back. with a good story. I hope.
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