The cold caressing across my skin,
The fast beat of my heart,
The scribbles on the newspapers,
The fast consumption of biscuits.
All in a chilly January night.
Wednesday 22 January 2014
Friday 3 January 2014
two days in;
Oh well school is school,
I realised my commitments are sky high.
Why do I always do this to myself?
Wednesday 1 January 2014
Crossing into 2014
No passports.
No visas.
No flights.
We effortlessly cross into a new year, some of us even danced 2013 away into the night. (Or if you are like me, a good book suffices.)
It's funny how a new year is such a big thing, yet it only has a difference of one day from the previous year. Perhaps it is the thought of a new beginning, how you can scrap away "The Old You" and be a "Better You" through resolutions. Maybe one day I'll understand.
No visas.
No flights.
We effortlessly cross into a new year, some of us even danced 2013 away into the night. (Or if you are like me, a good book suffices.)
It's funny how a new year is such a big thing, yet it only has a difference of one day from the previous year. Perhaps it is the thought of a new beginning, how you can scrap away "The Old You" and be a "Better You" through resolutions. Maybe one day I'll understand.
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