i'm dreaming of........pirouettes and twirls, flips and flying splits, ribbons and hoops. Dance is stuck on my mind. A fashion show with ballerina's in my designs dancing down the catwalk fills my brain. The colour, white; the fabric, flowy.

i'm hearing the silent, persistent call of the assignments to finish them before it piles so high i won't be able to see the other side. The nagging worries of ill-fitting garments, ugly colours, cheap designs and burning a hole in my purse. No more will i start work at the eleventh hour.

in front of me, the notes...and my worrisome-confused-questioning reflection. I'm thinking why is it so hard to understand? Why is it so long? Why can't i concentrate?
All these questions of my own suddenly rises again, interferes and distrupts my thought flows. Flying, waiting impatiently to be thrown at someone who could answer it, who would answer it. But who? I wish you'd tell me.

why, oh why do i think so much? why, why, why??

Friends

Met one lucky day, was it chance or a step outside our shell?

Chat and laugh the next, because birds of a feather flock together.

Then you disappeared,

And I wondered.

But thank God for technology, distance is now but a click away.

I see you, virtually.

I remembered you all these years

The question is, do you still remember me?

I'm sure we've all got friends like them. I read about them now, since I have no idea where they are. (thank God for blogs!)

Theres so many things I want to ask, friendships to rekindle, contacts to be re-established. I will remember to take down your phone numbers or msn now.

Its sad we never really got to talk bout much. Especially when I see now we've quite a bit in common interest. I love shopping too and I want to try shopping online, but I'd like you to teach me.

Was it really that we never got a chance to talk? Or was it purely shyness? Oh God, give us another chance!

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Talking to you is painful
I wonder why i still bother.

Like a knife piercing the heart
It only cuts deeper.
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