Wednesday, 6 April 2011

tiny green things


Listening to this song, because last night I dreamt of a road trip. Running out of petrol at sunset and climbing onto the still-warm roof of the car to watch the stars appear like blots of ink. I think I'd like that. It was one of those rare dreams that linger after you've woken up, their remnants etched into your spine for the rest of the day.

I've been nervous all day, my hands shaking and my teeth biting into my lip on their own accord. Trains being late and pens choosing to malfunction in the middle of an exam have been pushing me to the edge. Some days are like that. I wish it stopped raining.

But then there are the better things as well, like cute elderly couples on the train and quiet libraries and unexpectedly running into friends. Like the first hints of green in our garden. Like James Blake performing at Flow Festival in August.

2 comments:

  1. beautiful, beautiful, beautiful :)

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  2. Thank you, thank you, thank you.

    :)

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