Friday, 6 April 2007
A weaker sort of balance
I spend hours of a week day afternoon doing nothing. Rather, being an opposite to any role I am supposed to play. Drifting sideways in a quick flowing world.
Some day it will be over. In the meantime it feels like sliding on slippery soil. Restless. Reckless.
A loose loner. Longing for a lounge
... and for leaving.