After half a day of GP revision and 1.5 essay outlines today,

[escapri]

Sometimes I wish my words didn't have to take a stand for once. Sometimes I wish for one day, or maybe for a brief moment, they could respond not to prompts in black and white, but to the vastness of the sky, the warmth of an afternoon, the stillness of the air, the silence of loneliness, the zoom of a passing airplane, the fragility of rose petals, the melancholy of desaturated pictures...just for a while.

I am hungry.