ultimately, staying connected is what drives me. even if the promise of slipping between clean, fresh sheets at midday does appeal. as does a stiff G&T. new year's resolutions? i guess not. a brandishing start and a helluva' soaring crash down. do you ever feel a young adult in the house stifles you?
22 years of age. weed talking: ♪♫ " i see life differently to you. i am free. i do not encumber myself with life's nitty gritties, what use? ♪♪ i want to walk free, open minded, birdlike. i am who i am. what of it? i don't want this job! reject it. i don't want to quit. but i'll be damned if i ask for help. ♫♪" at his age i lived in england, made a life there. knobhead lives at home.
i could indeed crawl away between freshly washed and folded sheets and rest my weary head. i could cry my eyes out, bawl. i won't say i haven't done that. i did. and it didn't really help. what helped yesterday was stitching up curtains, what helps is my standing intention to write long hand letters. and a cuppa soup, shimmied up from old spinach, spinach juice, onions and garlic and a batch of endives&appple salad, gone sour. go figure.
sounds completely weird, i agree. fetches however my mood. i sprinkled in lavish amounts of curry powder. will it help? who'se to say? will it lift off the hurt? probably not. it might tenderize some and give me a prospect to go on. and like i started out this post-to-forget: 'tis the connection that drives me. and perhaps also that glass of G&T. luv' you though.