and brick by brick..

it is very early in the morning. the sun has not shown up yet. the air in the room is sleeping. and my mind is still playing with its new friend, peace.

it is in hours like these that people sing few worded songs on two chords, lying on their beds staring at the black ceiling.. wondering what took so long.

is it real
this bliss
or is it another fable
just another tale
sprung outta mood
looking for a label

p.s. a few weeks back, i watched a movie and realised that my life could actually be that of a suburban woman in the states called pippa lee. who knew!