Wednesday, May 17, 2006

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Nothing is as beautiful as watching someone declare their love even if it was done so in a dim lit dingy room filled with cigarette smoke and smelled of cheap perfume. The sentences were short, clipped and the words almost drowned in the noise of the busy traffic. They promised no companionship or any idyllic romanticism but they did allow those two to dream of an endless oblivion. They were people with out names, walked in alleys with labyrinths of twisted turns and torturous pathways. Sun rarely shone in those alleys helping them keeping their anonymity intact in the dark.

And they preferred their lives that way.

PS: Sometimes some words strike you so much that you simply fall in love with those words. And of course everyone else will start thinking that you are losing it. And this happens to me every time I read first 20 lines of the movie script ‘Sin City’ or Kafka or Sandman.

~ Sookie

Posted by Sookie :: Wednesday, May 17, 2006 :: 7 Comments:

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