Tuesday, November 16, 2010'♥
alone n absorbed
sitting by the singapore river after a good meal of comfort food. with the wind blowing in my hair n surrounded by looming buildings and working executives around me, i have a bimbotic yet true thought.
whats the point in having a pretty face, taking care that age wont take a toil on it. with eyes drawn up and cheeks filled
with fake colour. a headful of near-perfect hair that sways with the wind and adds elegance to the look.
a confident demeanour, a friendly smile and a kind, compromising heart.
when all you want is the person closest to you, looking at this beauty and appreciating all of it.
a welcome smile at the end of everyday, a warm hug and a sweet kiss to let me know i am missed.
yet here i am surrounded by people but still in my self-absorbance, wondering why am i feeling lonely after all this while and effort.
unmotivated and emo is what i am, under this facade of foundation, mascara and lip gloss.
