today i feared my mortality. the concept of time hit me like an old tyre. i folded my hopes and dreams, put them in my back pocket and took my pants off.. and washed them.
then i cooked.
and ate.
i took my pants back and dressed again. pulled out a once damp crumple of dreams and remembered...
it felt good
then i cooked.
and ate.
i took my pants back and dressed again. pulled out a once damp crumple of dreams and remembered...
it felt good
Happy new year xxx