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I wonder sometimes.. In the tranquil hours of early morn, with nothing but the gentle tiptaps of the keyboard and the swishing of the fans above; the cacophony of the day muffled into silence by the night; about the essence within.

I wonder sometimes.. When the hustle and bustle that embodies life as of now dies with the coming dusk, about meaning and stillness, and holes and right places.

I wonder sometimes.. About dreams one is engulfed by, brought upon by literature and music. Always music. And the ambiguity that lyrical melodies carry, shaped by memory, altered by situations, affected by emotion.

I wonder sometimes.. Why.

p.s. Life is good. Except I need an electric shaver for my head (which should come packaged with a sexy hairdresser =P). Haha.