Thursday, Yesterday & Now

Thursday afternoon;

Turning and tossing in bed, trying to delay the hours by falling in and out of sleep. These dreams I am having make me want to keep returning to sleep. Stretching and coiling up in bed, under these silky soft sheets, feeling sexy and loved with my hair falling off the edge of the bed and onto the cold floor. If only you knew how I love waking up to love not sex.

Thursday night;

Picking up the pace, feeling the momentum as the sole of these shoes hit the concrete with each beat of my heart. Whilst working on keeping a clear mind under this staggering breaths fighting for that oxygen with the trees in the night. At last the bench with a beautiful view to the vast sky above. The clouds curtained by the leaves of the trees, a sight like no other, enticing and peaceful tonight. It feels like a dream, a sweet one, if only one could fly.

Friday afternoon;

The sun shone through the translucent fabric of the curtains and touched the skin on my face and neck. The warmth woke me up from my slumber, only to realise the sound of an infant wailing in the hallway. As I lazily reached for the phone only to be flooded with messages from someone who is invading my personal space. All the prying was making me annoyed, the only way to put all that prying to an end was to just tell the person what they wanted to know. Thou it was a bad move, as all the preaching followed. She was not wrong in what she said, but she or no one will ever understand what is going on in this complicated mind of mine. Would you understand me even if I spell it out for you?

Friday night;

The bustling city scene with party people and the never ending headlights of moving vehicles was what I see under this velvet night sky. As I take in the moment, breathing in the chilly air pushing my worries behind while my favourite song play through the ear phones. Hoping and waiting for a miracle to happen, thou not too sure of what it is that I am expecting. As I sashay on my striking pair of heels into the alley with sounds from the clubs surrounding me. The confidence and poise making me feel the sexiness that would make anyone turn green with envy. It feels like a runway in a fashion show, if only I were already successful.

Saturday morning;

From dusk to dawn, as I sat in front of the lap top typing away. No other light in the bedroom except for the light emitting from the screen. Transiting from emails to blogging, my facial expression see a pallet of emotions as I proof read and edit my own writing. Perhaps it is the age. One sees things differently, some think deep while some are simple minded. Well I for one believe in a unique entity. With that I bid all readers adieu till my next entry.  

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