I sit with a coffee, still in my pyjamas. Listening to the radio, hoping the day won't seep away as quickly as I fear it is. Perfect Day by Lou Reed is on pretty loud. Perhaps it will push the cotton wool out of my soul and stop the muffled feeling I have where nothing is clear, all I hear or read is just fluffy and incoherent. It is half past three in the afternoon.
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Sunday, 8 March 2015
Yearning for the stars
An absolutely honest post - arriving to you from the depths of my heart. To those who know my blog, or know how jumpy I can be in my daily, weekly and monthly yearns, this won't come as a surprise. I am down in those dark depths of the cave I seem to find my heart in quite often. I want to show you that despite my desperate desire to be smothered by love and told things will be okay, I can still see the stars through the blackness.
I sit with a coffee, still in my pyjamas. Listening to the radio, hoping the day won't seep away as quickly as I fear it is. Perfect Day by Lou Reed is on pretty loud. Perhaps it will push the cotton wool out of my soul and stop the muffled feeling I have where nothing is clear, all I hear or read is just fluffy and incoherent. It is half past three in the afternoon.
I sit with a coffee, still in my pyjamas. Listening to the radio, hoping the day won't seep away as quickly as I fear it is. Perfect Day by Lou Reed is on pretty loud. Perhaps it will push the cotton wool out of my soul and stop the muffled feeling I have where nothing is clear, all I hear or read is just fluffy and incoherent. It is half past three in the afternoon.
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Enjoy those precious moments, and gradually the will multiply. Holding you in my thoughts.
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