cacian
02-25-2012, 06:01 AM
It's cooling it's fresh it is everything he wanted, yet he was not sure wether he would wanted revealed just yet.
He was sure that when he first saw it he had imagined it could be one baffling merging on surreal of a situation, to be in bringing it with him and to him.
He knew too well the faces and the manners in which people turn to because of something far too unusual, yet he believed he was someone who enjoyed the risks of flatteries.
The choices he makes are entirely up to him however the undertones of disppointments that could be displayed by the many he knew could leave one with a taste of elevating suspicions.
Neverthless, nothing is without trials and this is no different.
He was unsure wether his immediate friends and family would appreciate the idea behind it and see that it would compliment his moods and elevate his feelings which at this precise moment are not ideal.
He had scoured and searched this long and hard and even had to travel all the way to Satria the place where things are made to order, tailored, and measured. A beautiful place to anyone seeking perfection. It is a place of an aritistic equivalence to a world of paints meet sounds meet couture.
Nothing else would describe Satria for one has to see it to believe it.
The moment has arrived to face one's doubts and tribulations.
The only question left on Marcio's mind was would his environment, colleagues and family welcome this new addition.
Only time could tell.
He was sure that when he first saw it he had imagined it could be one baffling merging on surreal of a situation, to be in bringing it with him and to him.
He knew too well the faces and the manners in which people turn to because of something far too unusual, yet he believed he was someone who enjoyed the risks of flatteries.
The choices he makes are entirely up to him however the undertones of disppointments that could be displayed by the many he knew could leave one with a taste of elevating suspicions.
Neverthless, nothing is without trials and this is no different.
He was unsure wether his immediate friends and family would appreciate the idea behind it and see that it would compliment his moods and elevate his feelings which at this precise moment are not ideal.
He had scoured and searched this long and hard and even had to travel all the way to Satria the place where things are made to order, tailored, and measured. A beautiful place to anyone seeking perfection. It is a place of an aritistic equivalence to a world of paints meet sounds meet couture.
Nothing else would describe Satria for one has to see it to believe it.
The moment has arrived to face one's doubts and tribulations.
The only question left on Marcio's mind was would his environment, colleagues and family welcome this new addition.
Only time could tell.