collecting dust
it has been sitting on the top of my book shelf. for the longest time. ever since it was welcomed into my life, erh.. i mean room. it has been sitting in the same position. never change position. its something really practical and useful. mind you, not like soft toys or figurines. but it just stays there to collect dust. once or twice a day, it recieves a glance from me. but i never feel motivated enough to help it fulfill its purpose.
this item represents abit like the person who gave it to me. constantly in my life. talks to person often. but never get to fulfill the purpose of this relationship.
maybe there is something about this item. and something about me. that no extra mile was taken.
to think about it, i have many of such items in my life. some are useful and i should get it out of the cold palace, some of them should have never appeared in the palace. well..
its true. then. going the extra mile is good. its never crowded. however, its the mile you choose to go i guess..
is it worth it?
perceptions.
at my door step
6:29 PM