The color of chartreuse
An ellipsis…
I woke up skinny again, after a few rounds of redbull vodka’s and glasses of bad wine, I laid my head on my pillow and waited for sleep…
Time… late again, I beat myself up for my irresponsibility. Escapes are really bad for me, it makes me loose touch of sanity.
Like a hermit I would be in my shell til I finish my projects…it’s good that way, let the world simmer down my absence… may be it won’t be missed…
I sing Fiona today. ‘I wander the halls along the walls and under my breath. I need fuel - to take flight, and there’s too much going on. But its calm under the waves, under the waves…’
Is it better to enter the window than just stand across the hall watching it? When you entered didn’t you notice a neon sign plastered by the door? What was that again? Oh I think the last one who left took the signage away…
‘The Holiday’ is on TV again… ’shhh, be quiet…just for now, just for now…’