fall into fall

pic from here

it was the morning rain

it was the sunshine on the branch

it was the chill inside the wind

it was the tear wiped by the t-shirt's sleeve

and i love all of them

but most of all

it was the shadow of an afternoon rainbow








lambdoid@4:43am

on the train that takes everyone back home, next stop is us.

pic from here

i wish there's a place we can go

together and not alone,

everyone wouldn't give a shit while we talk and laugh and maybe cry

‘cause sometime you know

it happens

i love it when you play the guitar

like there is nothing else you care,

i love it even when it seems as if i'm not there

i wish there is some place we could go 

and just be ours

lambdoid@8:10pm

lavender sun

pic from here

while you stood there in the sun

somehow i can


pretend this rooftop is the beach with warm golden sand





when i closed my eyes i knew

you have flew away with the last summer blue

mixing in the chilling air, the sky now sings autumn




this afternoon,

sunlight dancing with the curtain and leaves

i smelled you,memories of




the lavender bathing suit,  the sweet and salty ocean

 lambdoid@4:32pm

our faith

 

pic from here

we should take a walk,

along with the symbol of sacrifice, does it make you feel

selfimportant that someone had bled for your sin

let's have icecream later, i don't like the after taste of our dinner

this is a creepy street

someone just picked up a cigarette

from the gap of the sidewalk. does he need a lighter too?

two new messages for you:

remeber that firework we saw.

talk more about your past.

one old message:

don't make me feel empty, alone or whatever fear

or i will leave you ASAP

;)

lambdoid@10:17pm

lambdoid's pick: something paris+ poem: after the rain

paris chic by lambdoid featuring Christian Louboutin

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AFTER THE RAIN

 it is quite chilly these days

 after the rain

and

sunshine now has no more heat for our gray

shadows, so i thought of the dealyed

dreams of that foggy but warmer paris afternoon

lambdoid @3:35am

2am.

your high heels are stepping on my eyes


all six of them. that was consider last night. Now, this morning


you did yoga and as you stretched elegantly


you helped me with the sweat on


my forehead; it is almost lunch time and i'm eating in front of the tV.



the dog is hyper when the fake family played with him, the Golden Retriever



She is asleep now. Dark and deep under



the sunset


you sat by that black dog of ours and you said to me


lets do yoga together next time.

we are

we are victims of red lights.


the system has betrayed us.



there shall be limit to limits.



human, should be a verb not noun.


the only wonderful thing that happened lately


is that you are laughing with me.