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Tuesday, October 23, 2007

The breeze of summer has long been forgotten. However, the leaves of autumn has filled up the hearts of the heartbroken. Autumn has always been treated as a season for broken souls to plunge themselves in. The soothing winds of Autumn has always provided a solemn venue for depressed souls to break free. Break free of all devoid feelings and move on. Move onto a new season of Winter, where they can finally indulge themselves in the upbeat moods of Winter.

I have included pictures of an Autumn midnight. It was taken after a rainfall. Once again, I have teared upon the rain's arrival. Walking amidst the rain has always been amazing as it always brings me back memories of walking in the rain with her. However, that would never ever happen again. Memories are always nice to look back, but painful to carry with. I have let go of those memories, but not those recollections.

Once again, Thanks for the memories....





What comes to your mind as you look at this image? It was taken outside my place at 12am.






From Gentle,





To unpredictable....

Mesmerized within time...
11:23 PM