Saturday, October 25, 2008

16th floor confessions

I sang at the rooftop, wind blowing mercilessly in my hair. It felt very much like a Damien Rice music video. No body was watching when I left a cookie for the birds and took my empty glass of milk back down.
My best friend is coming, I'm so happy, my heart is singing.

4 comments:

Mera naam chun chun said...

i go to my roof top all the time, with the ipod in my ear and i sing and sing, till my throat is dry!

Dreaminglass said...

hurray for best friends. =)

hfm said...

I agree-best friends are the bestestt.
:)

Marina said...

Yay =)