It’s another Sunday and it's time to wash a pile of dirty sheets. The laundry room is empty. I look outside the window and I see a girl plucking her brows by her window. I’ve done that many times. Suddenly there is a connection between us, or is it between our threads and mirrors?
I watch the washing machines and the dryers. A week ago, I would have wanted my thoughts to be cleansed out in these big machines. Not today though. Today is sunny, my thoughts are lost, and these sheets will soon dry...

Comments (3)
Again your swing thoughts. Come back to reality, please!
Posted by Ram | May 8, 2006 12:57 AM
Posted on May 8, 2006 00:57
But that is reality!
Posted by bluebird | May 8, 2006 5:19 PM
Posted on May 8, 2006 17:19
Hmm,real reality or realized dreams !
Posted by Ram | May 8, 2006 7:00 PM
Posted on May 8, 2006 19:00