Sunday, March 28, 2010


He had the softest hair I've ever touched. And his touch was the gentlest I've ever had.

[He read Haruki Murakami. He made me listen to Passacaglia, again and again.]

His smile was always sad. His sadness was always smiling at me.

[He quoted "AWESOMENESS" while what he felt was LONELINESS.]

His heart was broken I can see. And what I see broke my heart.