My mother was tiger who tread on glass in the bungalow.
She lends rain its patience. When she walks water falls upon the banyan leaves, sounds like love and departure,
sound of glass

11th July 2011

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i had fun at the bonfire.

this is my feeling on responsibility in relationships. 

it appears as though some people have no sense of responsibility. They climb in and out of lives asking for money and friendship. when the two are in question, there can be no civility.

Questioning is what I do.