Escape
There is nothing more frustrating in the world than exams.
My mind wants to escape to alternate realities, alien worlds, enchanted castles; but it feels very stuck in this place right now.
Over analysing beautiful literature, only allowing academic thoughts on spirituality and the way we live our lives.
I crave a day to call my own, to sit on the sofa in the window of my room drinking tea and reading as many books as possible.
To be rescued by the guy for a long walk in the sunshine, to take my camera along and capture the skies.
To put on my dancing shoes and come back with blisters, bruised lips and memories to not forget.
That is what life is about, why we work so hard at these exams; so we can gain those rewards.
I want to write the story of a feisty heroine who is everything that I wish I was, and the perfect gentleman who falls for her.
I want to wake up early in the morning, to open my curtains on the rising sun and hear the birds singing their dawn chorus.
To read bitter poetry with my bitter coffee, in a cafe far from home where nobody knows me.
I want to travel on trains to far away towns and cities, watching the raindrops on the windowpane as we speed by.
I want to go for long walks in the rain and sit by an open fire to dry off, while listening to Glenn Miller on record, then we dance.
To take in beautiful celtic landscapes, with only golden eagles and red squirrels for miles.
I want to tramp along rugged coastline, taking in the salty scent of the sea and the squelching seaweed below my feet.
I want to wear pretty dresses, long coats and grow my hair out long and wavy.
To visit empty stone churches in forgotten rural villages and light a candle to remember.
I want to hoard away every postcard and letter, to read and memorise until my dying day.
Some days I feel like an anachronism; for all I love my computer, my digital music, the television.
The Doctor has it right, the timelessness, he enjoys every age and every era.
I want to escape, I want wild adventures.
Maybe with my sidekick, otherwise a bit of independence wouldn't go amiss.
I've started to walk, pretty soon I will run.
My mind wants to escape to alternate realities, alien worlds, enchanted castles; but it feels very stuck in this place right now.
Over analysing beautiful literature, only allowing academic thoughts on spirituality and the way we live our lives.
I crave a day to call my own, to sit on the sofa in the window of my room drinking tea and reading as many books as possible.
To be rescued by the guy for a long walk in the sunshine, to take my camera along and capture the skies.
To put on my dancing shoes and come back with blisters, bruised lips and memories to not forget.
That is what life is about, why we work so hard at these exams; so we can gain those rewards.
I want to write the story of a feisty heroine who is everything that I wish I was, and the perfect gentleman who falls for her.
I want to wake up early in the morning, to open my curtains on the rising sun and hear the birds singing their dawn chorus.
To read bitter poetry with my bitter coffee, in a cafe far from home where nobody knows me.
I want to travel on trains to far away towns and cities, watching the raindrops on the windowpane as we speed by.
I want to go for long walks in the rain and sit by an open fire to dry off, while listening to Glenn Miller on record, then we dance.
To take in beautiful celtic landscapes, with only golden eagles and red squirrels for miles.
I want to tramp along rugged coastline, taking in the salty scent of the sea and the squelching seaweed below my feet.
I want to wear pretty dresses, long coats and grow my hair out long and wavy.
To visit empty stone churches in forgotten rural villages and light a candle to remember.
I want to hoard away every postcard and letter, to read and memorise until my dying day.
Some days I feel like an anachronism; for all I love my computer, my digital music, the television.
The Doctor has it right, the timelessness, he enjoys every age and every era.
I want to escape, I want wild adventures.
Maybe with my sidekick, otherwise a bit of independence wouldn't go amiss.
I've started to walk, pretty soon I will run.