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.

1 comment:

Anonymous said...

When the ending is just the begining