It was noon when I heard the sound of the aeroplane flying just above my head. I opened my eyes and the dream generated recollections from an older Nits song "... Lightning strikes an aeroplane in a dream".
No remaining dark shadows clouding the sunlit doorways of the mind cause every night is tinted by the opening LOST theme while eagerly stepping back into "the island". Jack, John, Hugo all in secret convention to keep me awake till early morning.
During the day like a Faulknerian character, I remain indomitable; to read every book laying dormant in my bookcase, stay true to my ideals and be grateful for all I got. John Locke believed in destiny. I'll just want to stay mystical.
Wearing: T-shirt Mutiny, jeans and pumps Zara, sunnies Rayban neckpieces Swarovski and Balmain, bag Louis Vuitton