i’d rather wait and have the darkness than run into an ambush of broken dreams.
it is raining today. it has been raining for two weeks. on Monday I had a sick day. i lay in bed with candles and Vampire Diaries as i watched the sheets of rain torrent down. i felt safe.
this week marks my 5th week back. it went fast. it was this long since i left Sydney and found myself at the end of my London adventures.
the holding pattern i’ve succumbed to is more like a gentle, slow lullaby of boredom. rocking my brain and heart to sleep.
we slope quickly into winter and seasonal depression sneaks upon us. i won't loose my joy this winter. i will in the face of sadness.
soy chai in hand i will read Victor Hugo's Les Miz. standing under my umbrella i will watch the lights of the harbour twinkle against the water.
i'll eventually find fairy lights (they're actually really hard to find) and hang them round my room. i will buy cool frames and continue filling up my point rooved walls with vintage pictures and Paris.
i'll debut my play at a commercial theatre and get a standing ovation. i will take my lomo off my desk and capture sponteneaty. i will stop wishing for Camden markets and Basel days.
i will remember my African sisters and son. x
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