Wednesday, December 2

and the unfinished movie.



The grand divide
between right and wrong
becomes quite uncertain,
and better left unspoken.

And I sleep
with the ghost of you
whispering in memories.

Not quite sure
what it all means
and maybe it's nothing more
than a figment of fragile wishes,
but maybe we'll tell better
after this quarter.

But nevertheless,
you left me with

more than
a smile.

. Arigato .