I was in a bus, reading my favourite Murakami. Literature definitely makes you drunk sometimes.
Unicorn. Yes, he was talking about unicorn, the uniqueness of the figure, the humble softness of the colours depict the fur, the impeccable horn.
I gasped at the melodious description and trying to sip some air after finishing the sentences, I turned my head on from the book, brushing off my consciousness and looking upon the window.
There it was.Standing just across the Nile river, a pure form of the most charming embodied white horse. It doesn;t have a horn, so I'm convinced this is reality. I couldn't take my eyes from it when I suddenly felt like something shedding and streaming down my cheeks.
How on earth coincidence happened? It never was.
ps: that Mr white rabbit's property. I'm keen to see it back in the future. come what may.
x
Unicorn. Yes, he was talking about unicorn, the uniqueness of the figure, the humble softness of the colours depict the fur, the impeccable horn.
I gasped at the melodious description and trying to sip some air after finishing the sentences, I turned my head on from the book, brushing off my consciousness and looking upon the window.
There it was.Standing just across the Nile river, a pure form of the most charming embodied white horse. It doesn;t have a horn, so I'm convinced this is reality. I couldn't take my eyes from it when I suddenly felt like something shedding and streaming down my cheeks.
How on earth coincidence happened? It never was.
ps: that Mr white rabbit's property. I'm keen to see it back in the future. come what may.
x
