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Queen of Hearts.
Tuesday, October 11, 2011

I know she knows I miss her. Though I don't think she knows just how much.


But then again, maybe she does. She's amazing that way.

Pretty damn amazing.

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Getaway.
Wednesday, July 13, 2011

Saat kupejamkan mataku
Engkau hadir dalam mimpiku
Dikala waktu kita masih bersama
Jelas tergambar senyumanmu
Jelas terlukiskan wajahmu
Dihatiku..masih tersimpan dirimu

I'll be visiting Cherating at the end of the month. I'm looking forward to it, not just because I need this getaway, but because I'll be going there with someone very special.

A little rest and relaxation will do us both a lot of good.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 2:23 AM 0 comment(s)  

Starry, Starry Night.
Tuesday, June 7, 2011

I was really looking forward to seeing you tonight.

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Between Black Lines.
Monday, May 30, 2011

It has been so long since I posted anything.

But who am I kidding? I don't post to ease my troubled mind anymore. I do it to get attention. Which is why the things I've written in my little brown book mean so much to me.

Those words are mine, and mine alone. That book is a look into my heart.

And I'll be damned if I ever let anyone look into my heart.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 5:08 PM 0 comment(s)  

Ace of Spades.
Friday, March 4, 2011

... And those who fear are lost.
The Queen of Hearts is always your best friend.
He deals the cards as a meditation
And those he plays never suspect
He doesn't play for the money he wins
He doesn't play for respect.

He deals the cards to find the answer
The sacred geometry of chance
The hidden law of probable outcome
The numbers lead a dance.

- Shape of My Heart, Sting.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 9:58 PM 0 comment(s)  

Tick.
Friday, February 18, 2011

Any minute now.

I need to learn to pace myself. I am always going too fast, or going too slow.

I, like everyone else, am a prisoner of time. And we all know: Time isn't the kindest of captors.

Given a certain level of thought byAdam Dewind at 6:37 PM 0 comment(s)  

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