Losing it
Regression, wishing to turn the clock back, constant refrain of "i threw my life away/at university/i realised today/rather wistfully" churning over in my head begging to be made into song (but neither the talent nor the time to do it)
Wanting: to dive into an ethereal dream world where responsibility is shirked and i can float on a cloud made up of nothing more than Liz Fraser's voice.
Feeling: trapped by foolish historical decisions, leaving me hemmed in by piles of boxes. Solace in books can no longer be found
Vanity: either decreasing or increasing depending on how you view my new-found paranoia that i have a fat face and bemoaning my ever expanding pot-belly. I have 50% more mass than I did 4 years ago. A stone a year. Must try harder. Must get better hair also - old-school unfortunately no longer an option due to aforesaid responsibility.
Needed: a break. Or the chance to not be me for a while, which would have the same end.
Dreaming: of the lives people have in books, where they do crazy things at uni and go on adventures.
Comfort in: the hug I'm traversing the city for
Wanting: to dive into an ethereal dream world where responsibility is shirked and i can float on a cloud made up of nothing more than Liz Fraser's voice.
Feeling: trapped by foolish historical decisions, leaving me hemmed in by piles of boxes. Solace in books can no longer be found
Vanity: either decreasing or increasing depending on how you view my new-found paranoia that i have a fat face and bemoaning my ever expanding pot-belly. I have 50% more mass than I did 4 years ago. A stone a year. Must try harder. Must get better hair also - old-school unfortunately no longer an option due to aforesaid responsibility.
Needed: a break. Or the chance to not be me for a while, which would have the same end.
Dreaming: of the lives people have in books, where they do crazy things at uni and go on adventures.
Comfort in: the hug I'm traversing the city for