At lost

Normally I despise arrogance.

But these days I'm craving for the aloofness, audacity, hauteur.

Class.

And the elegant humility.

I'm watching it vanishing, in despair.

2 comments:

contradiction-in-terms said...

i'm at a loss of words too to describe your oxymoronic longing.
happy new year!

Avie said...

Iki sopo toh sing dirasani?