night life

half a cup of booze from dad
fingers dancing on the keyboard
to the tunes of the melancholic moonlight sonata

an urgent call
change of timing
re-informing..
a second call
made me feel sympathetic.

finally settled at 1
letting tranquil classics sink in

prayer time.
some kind of night life eh?
some sort of prelude to 18.

my kind of night life:
to sit in a lounge, be serenade by the musicians on the cello, piano, violin, flute..
taste wine or maybe just
coffee
read a book or maybe just
talk..

ahh.. till 18 or maybe much later. there i go again dreaming of a wonderful adulthood. i thk it's much harder than i make it out to be.

and i used to thk that it's every 17's dream to want to taste their first champagne.. can't wait to step into adulthood yet, maybe i shld stop wanting to grow up too fast.
everything in HIS time.