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:
When the ending is just the begining
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