Beautiful heroines always come down the stairs and their lovely heroes at the foot wait for them(You wudnt wanna come in between what flows in between their eyes).

She came down the stairs feeling one,with her not so lovely(who said!) hero waiting for her (impatiently?) down .They went for a movie.[(Who cares for the details),(she remembers them very well though)]

The hero won a prize(she knew he would,months back).After the loud clatter of claps stopped(it never seemed to),when he fit into all those endless stiff arms waiting to congratulate him(hugging is a way to show oneness.your happiness,my happiness kinda.),her face beamed like it had never done before(the beautiful gold of the morning sun) and she waited for him down the stairs.
She was happy,Proud of her hero.
He walked pass ,carried in those congratulations,hugging and kissing cascading out of no where...

So,what about those open arms ?-just the perfect size for him ,were empty.void.(remember unfit lose stiff arms?)She embraced the air,the moment,the time,the happiness,his glory,her excitement...(the nuetrinoes and anti nuetrinoes,damn!)...

Ugly heroines shouldnt wait for their not so lovely heroes at the foot of the stairs.

There are times when you have to get it out.
Have you ever felt that you were running without ground beneath your feet,the fog so dense that you had to content yourself with only a mere feeling that you exist?
unofficially let me tell you this is my third blog. . .
I want to sit on the terrace,smoke a ciggarette and let all my desperation(mind:not frustation) out with the each exhaled puff of smoke,as if lots of it was trapped inside me.

I am waiting and waiting.I do nothing these days because I am waiting.Waiting for them to say things,to do things,waiting for things to get forward.
I also know they will never say it.They are all on their ways.Even the thought wun ever cross their minds...When I think of them I see bttr things,much bttr than me and I choke with the smoke...

Like a suspended helium balloon,some one pull me back...