'Regardless'

'..I do believe it’s true, that there are roads left in both of our shoes;
If the silence takes you, then I hope it takes me too;
So brown eyes I hold you near
'Cause you’re the only song I want to hear -a melody softly soaring through my atmosphere'

~ 'Soul Meets Body' by Death Cab For Cutie ~

Thoughts from the Centre of the Capital:

I wish that I could state here that we saw the clearest night sky from where we stood, the few hours or so after my arrival - bearing witness to the numerous shooting stars streaking across magnificently; leaving trails of their residual-wishing-dustmagic, as if brushed in an unusually interesting tone of color.

It wasn't like that at all.

Instead, it was [and reluctantly it was, I suppose, for if it had a conscience: it would choose not to be mundane, but special (like everyone else..*shrugs*)], a sky too lame - too clouded with the city's pollution, or perhaps they were just the everyday clouds that you and I see - right before it rains; right before the calming lulls are to be heard (of Sleepsong).

This is KL, dear (which means stars and clear skies are almost never to be seen *shrugs*).

Feeling slightly dissatisfied, I tried to make up for it by staring down the architecture lights which were placed strategically (I presume) on the buildings which were still under way of construction, a mile away or so - almost Lego in likeness. But anyways, artificial lights can never replace stars or shooting stars for that matter - they were too harsh and glaring. I gave it up as I had nothing to wish for anyways.

Save for more time.

For us, together.

After a while, nothing else mattered - it could have been a beautiful sky, but it wasn't; I wished that it would drizzle but it didn't - I was with her, and that was what ultimately mattered.

(" , )

Extra bit (another matter altogether):

I realised that stringing together 50k worth of words for NaNoWriMo ain't exactly something that I can do smoothly nor intelligently. However, I shall (with random berserking attempts at writing, I predict) keep myself in check till the end of this month. I have not progressed further than 600 words (thereabouts) since yesterday.