That white shirt

He's that favorite shirt in her closet that fits her too well.

She's seen it too often, worn it too well.
She knows where it is stained. Flawed.
She knows what works best with it.

She knows its now a part of her identity.


Like a second skin, he envelops her.
Worn it a billion times.
The seasons have come and gone, but the shirt stays.

Its that feeling of familiarity that she knows.

The shirt now doesn't feel right.
It doesn't quite..fit.
Yet it remains in that closet a midst heaps of other clothes.
New clothes, brighter clothes.
They make her happy.

But that white shirt, that's home.
Its familiar.

The feeling will remain.

The ^ post has been inspired by the picture thanks to a fabulous Kanika :)


Guess who is back ? :D
HELL YEAHHHH, BITCHESSS !

Made a few life changing decisions, hence was away.
Life is good.
I is Free.
I is lonely.
Independent.
Strong
single

I'm liking the change :)

Can you guys feel how phenomenal 2012 is going to be ?
Can you ?

PS : WELCOME NEW FOLLOWERS , ME IS A HAPPY MAN THANKS TO YA'LL :)