Thursday, 31 March 2011


He has been wanting to go there; relaxing under the sun of Spanish beaches, sipping Latte Macchiato at the cafe in Paris after long days of perusing Musée du Louvre, enjoying the extravagantly beautiful Tulips in the Netherlands, or perhaps listening to Rachmaninoff and Bach in Prague.

But, he is very afraid that once he has been there, mystery will inevitably be unveiled, and ambiguity can no longer be savoured. It is almost as if, he can only enjoy something as long as they are not within his reach, as once he gets ahold of them, there shall be no mercy as all lusts may indeed, unforgivably perish.
Perhaps, you are so near, yet so far and if only you would understand, but nevertheless he shall always be waiting for you, always. 

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