Aug 09, 2010 04:24
Sometimes I catch myself thinking: I can't believe this is now my life. Granted, it's only been a bit.
Living in the center of the world is, surprise surprise, very different from living in my little provincial big city.
Being here makes me miss my country, my nationality. Somehow being further away makes it all look clearer, sharper.
The nights I can't talk of, the days I have no one to talk to about.
Constantly in waiting.
just for me,
smatterings