Nine to Five

Saturday morning, 10:30 a.m. I walked down the library aisles, looking for food for thought. From a corner shelf, the word "Foundation" caught my eyes.  I couldn't believe it. It was the same edition, the same cover in shades of orange and red. The author who had catapulted me into science fiction. Isaac Asimov... As i opened the book, i crumbled to the floor and was soon lost...  We, humans, are essentially emotional beings.  We rely on our emotions to guide us through the various experiences we go through.  We are hoarders of memories and love to keep piling on the stock every now and then .  More often than not, we run back to this rather large, infinite castle and feel "nostalgic".  If you were to close your eyes now and rush back to one such event, what do you think the walls will be made of? Well apologies for the building association, it seems to be an educational hazard (architecture has ruined me for all other professions...) What i mean to say

Starting our day with a run to class, breakfasts, lunches and dinners pass. From boots to scarves to juda pins, going about like Siamese twins; Walked together long and far, And laid down with our hearts ajar. Held hands through the dark, And laughed together in sunlit park. Talked and shared secrets deep, Seen each other cry and weep; Setting sun is what others prize, But we always loved our sunrise. It doesn't matter where we are, Place without a plane, ship or car, I'd fly to you across the sea, If the word gets by that you need me... P.S. This is for my "strong one". Because your birthday is always special. Happy Birthday love! :)