tired of this tick - tock and another tick.
leaning with my head against my hand // the loudest sound in the room are the hands on my wristwatch slowly making their rounds. past the 6, onto the 7.
have i really been sitting here for so long?
i've been totally inspired this week by photographs of roses, streets of london and girls sewing, doing what they no doubt love to do. craving so much to have an afternoon free to lounge about in the library finishing the novels i've no time to read. enjoying the last bit of ice cream without realising i've someplace to be. going out for a frappe with girlfriends i'm terrible at keeping up with. falling asleep at night totally exhausted and satisfied that i've used every single minute to do something nice.
apart from egotrips. isn't this what it's all about?
[the photograph was taken in ljublijana a few weeks ago. it's an amazing city covered in street art, perhaps i'll share more photos from my weekend there. truly remarkable central european capital, i must say!]
oh I'd like to think we're far more than egotrips, but some days I have my doubts, ha ;)
ReplyDeleteI do know exactly how you feel though.