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Little Comforts

Today will be one of those Long Nights. I feel it in my bones.
At times at these, my comforts are the thoughts of -

Bells that jostle, ships that sound horns,
sea spray by the cliffs,
creaking of wooden bridges across brooks,
the groan of the aging grandfather clock,
the whisper of willows,
the spatter of summer showers,
lightning without thunder in the faraway night skies,
green leprechauns and the warmth of my mother’s bosom.

With these comforts, one can rise above cracked hearts and broken promises
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unpredictable said…
put ur head in a friend's lap .. forget about the world .. shed some much hidden tears ... tell someone how much u hate the world .. how much u hate whoever makes u feel the way u do now ... then put ur face up to the sky and feel the rain wash away the last remnants of whatever hasnt been vented ... let the breeze cleanse your soul .. and if all else fails .. u have music :) and us :D
9 Jul 2007, 23:22:00
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