where the writers are
One day...

 In the caverns of the mind, where thoughts originate; some dark alley where ill will breed, let it behold the spectrum of life. And wonder at its origin; be amazed, become speechless, at horizons vast. Misty Mountains, unfathomable Oceans at your shore I get to know I am in you as you are in me. Like a pebble I would roll, disintegrate; break down to a spec, to become a part of you. Then perhaps, in the heights of the sky, like wisps of cloud, afloat, I would see the kaleidoscopic panoramic view.


9.30 PM

20th April, 2013