Dead tired. Silently walking home and buying something to eat along the way. Closing the doors behind me, falling on the sofa. Having a sip of JB, looking at high-rise shadows from the balcony. Music — maybe something very ambient, very eighties. Eno.
Teriyaki chicken, chopsticks, green tea. And snoozing off.
Cannot forget that place, I even remember the click of the doors, the colour of the carpet, the sound of the sofa as I was diving in. Some days are much more difficult than others. And longing, it fills me head to toe.
2 comments:
i love this kind of feeling you always create - that im reading your thoughts.
you should do it (write) more often!
dont forget to smile today :)
ups... i revealed a half of my true identity :)
lenka=zabka
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