It makes me smile when I'm sat here, my kitchen in Wales. Pyjamas, fluffy hair and mug half empty at my side. As the fresh cold comes through the door I flash back to November last year remembering where I was in my life, and then there is now.
This year has been mental. It has been, too much.
I listen to songs, old playlists and my brain feels like it is running up behind me, beside me and then it goes too far forward into the unknown. Though, that unknown isn't scary anymore-it's just bloody exciting!
I know what parts are missing, something to come home to. I mean, I've so desperately tried to work out the idea of getting a cat tho it is something not allowed by my landlady. Crazy cat lady holls. I think it could work... though people and pets always work together much more. I need to build but not with bricks, I need to build with charge and initiative. I'm not tired anymore, even though there are a couple of things which tighten the chest, I think I'll be able to work through them.
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