they say it takes a minute to find a special someone
an hour to appreciate them
a day to love them
but an entire life to forget them
today i passed by a victorian house with a lemon tree planted in the front lawn.
i thought “i could live in that house.”
i kind of like the quiet life in the suburb, but the amount of aging, frail retirees having coffee and muffin in the mall in the am freaks me out a little.
i thought of re-settling back here, the slow-paced kind of life.
i could get use to that.
slow-paced, silvercasting life in my victorian house in the sub-urban, chilling out in the front porch with fresh made lemonade on a sunny sunday afternoon….
winkris
*smiles and nods*
Oct 18, 2007 @ 18:05
Anonymous
you think you could? settle into a victorian’s stroll through life? ;p
its tragic but i do find comfort within the chaos back home.
Oct 18, 2007 @ 21:31
arboon!
U’VE LEFT?!?!
DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN DAMN…
ps: i’m sorry for not returning ur call the other day… (T-T)
Oct 19, 2007 @ 03:38