The noise of the traffic outside carried a whisper and with the sunlight waking me tells me that today I am happy.
Was I foolish to think once that I'd never feel this way again? Maybe, but it's a rare thing.
I have been sat in the rubble of a fallen temple, afraid to stand and rebuild myself should I fall again.
The new flat needs a lot of work, poigiant that I rebuild it a long side myself. Above the door, no doubt, in a few years will lie the blue plaque stating that I once lived there.
A long time ago, I started down a path. I'm now back at the start ready for what lies ahead. Poigiant that I'm restarting Shotokan then.
Later today I'll go to the park and chill before going to work for the last Monday ever. Yesterday was the end of the last weekend, and so we all went and got bladdered. I threw up a little into the sink and cool sweaty relief came over me. I've had a vision of a city covered in poetry, chalked in the night by madmen and artists. Or are they the same thing?
When you meet a woman whose gone blind from crying, it's hard to regain purpose, but these trials have served only to refine me for the few seconds, the moment that lies ahead that will define me.
I've still not told my mum that I've transfered to a different course for next year, but she'll just have to accept it. Delaying the inevitable.
I'm wandering in the wasteland, but it feels like home, and I'm happy.
How about a nice game of chess?
Was I foolish to think once that I'd never feel this way again? Maybe, but it's a rare thing.
I have been sat in the rubble of a fallen temple, afraid to stand and rebuild myself should I fall again.
The new flat needs a lot of work, poigiant that I rebuild it a long side myself. Above the door, no doubt, in a few years will lie the blue plaque stating that I once lived there.
A long time ago, I started down a path. I'm now back at the start ready for what lies ahead. Poigiant that I'm restarting Shotokan then.
Later today I'll go to the park and chill before going to work for the last Monday ever. Yesterday was the end of the last weekend, and so we all went and got bladdered. I threw up a little into the sink and cool sweaty relief came over me. I've had a vision of a city covered in poetry, chalked in the night by madmen and artists. Or are they the same thing?
When you meet a woman whose gone blind from crying, it's hard to regain purpose, but these trials have served only to refine me for the few seconds, the moment that lies ahead that will define me.
I've still not told my mum that I've transfered to a different course for next year, but she'll just have to accept it. Delaying the inevitable.
I'm wandering in the wasteland, but it feels like home, and I'm happy.
How about a nice game of chess?
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thenonstopdancer:
This , seriously recommended .
matt_organic:
Oooh, you're back. A game of chess? That was an inappropriate euphemism at my old college.