:: disjointed thoughts ::

i am inspired in the privacy of my cozy bathroom to think.
and imagine.

sometimes we are drawn to sad things. sad stories. sad endings. sad beginnings. sad thoughts. sad smile. sad walk. sad talk. sad dance. sad eyes. sad gaze.

and we often find beauty in sadness. not in the people around us. not in ourselves. but in the foreign environment around us. the strangers around us. there is a certain aura about sadness that mystifies and obscures. a sad stranger on the street with a sad gaze in her eyes. you ponder at what she's thinking. you ponder about what could drain the gaiety out of a person.

she passes you by, uncaring. but you saw the untouchable sadness. you saw the unreachable soul within her. and then you wonder. and suddenly her melancholy makes her so beautiful. and so sad.

it's perverse, isn't it.