Gravity- John Mayer Trio

i spent my entire afternoon curled up at the National Library, reading about Frank Sinatra.
what would one call him? a Philanderer, a Star, a Legend, an Adulterer, or a Dream that Fizzled?

time was well-spent today, on solitude. it's like i was telling ko ko, that one gradually gets tired of being on the move. you start by spending weekends at home; it would feel weird at first but you get used to it, and then finally, you don't desire getting out anymore. when solitary, you need to consider nobody but yourself, care for none, weep for no one.

then again, you also smile for no one.

nothing is perfect, i suppose. not crowds, not solitude.

I blogged @ 7:43 PM