fluttering fate, dreams ablaze

That quiet little corner,
where I would sit & write,
of fluttering fates and dreams ablaze
I'd cast my inhibitions out of sight.

To dive into my make believe
a fabric of brushstrokes & seams,
I'd climb into my little shell
& continue to dream.

I'm weird cause I hate goodbyes

it's been a relatively quiet(er) affair for Sundance this time around. for the most part she sits patiently on my desk while i deliberate the pro's and con's of lugging her weight around the mall or to a mamak stall.

so to be fair, most of my shots were taken on my brief trip down to Singapore :)

good times :)