Come away with me in the night
Come away with me
And I will write you a song
Come away with me on a bus
Come away with me where they can't tempt us
With their lies
I want to walk with you, on a cloudy day
In fields where the yellow grass grows knee kigh
So won't you try to come
Come away with me and we'll kiss
On a mountain top
Come away with me
And I'll never stop loving you
And I want to wake up with the rain falling on a tin roof
While I'm safe there in your arms
So all I ask is for you to come away with me in the night
Come away with me


Norah Jones.

What it the flavour of life? By far, the most unanimous answer i've got as of now, is that the flavour of life, is none other than love. SO what then, is the flavour of love? This one got alot of people stumped.

Just as the myriad of colours the sky brings forth changes with the passing of time, so does love. It can be bitter, sweet, sour, spicy. You name it. Love can also be so contradictory within itself. When you know that something which is spposed to be the epitome of heaven itself can be described as bordering on the hinges of hate, you know for a fact that there is no way in hell you could ever trust something so unpredictable.

i wanna trust you, but i can't seem to

you haven't picked up any of my calls

you said you loved me, so very much

and yet, i find that i somehow haven't heard your voice in weeks

whats going through your head?

where have you been? what are you doing?

i hate not knowing. it kills me, eats me up from the inside out

but thats what love essentially is isnt it?

it gives you life, then it takes that life away from you

without any care or concern about the state you're left in

Where ARE YOU!!?