sirens & a sun set, sweet words whispered in my ears. droopy eyes & a nose filled with dust. stiff fingers & sore limbs. so much to do & i exhibit stress as irritation at everyone & everything.
i'm so very tired.
music round my flat, the world smells of cut grass & tastes like ice cream. the sun warms my skin & i sit watching the world go by outside the union too much before i'm cleaning walls for an end of year show.
it'll be all white on the night.
i like this place, it's quiet & feels like it's mine alone, a haven from real world.(which stills hurts like yesterday)