(the misadventures of an expatriate corporate dropout)
Saturday, June 20, 2009
life is like quicksilver ... translucent and momentary ... what if he is the one ... what if I am his one ... what if we miss each other ... if we slip through each other's fingers ... like water cupped for a moment that evaporates before someone thinks to place it in a vessel for safekeeping ... fragile, temporary, uncertain. je vis.
Posted by Non Je Ne Regrette Rien at 1:30 AM