A sheet of rain- I'm wet.
I can see patches of green- I hadn't noticed them for months while they were hiding under layers of brown dirt.
The days and nights are blurring into each other as my work has overtaken my life.
I feel like a top that just can't stop spinning, and I'm afraid that when I do, I'll topple over.
But that music keeps helping me- that music in my ears. It reminds me of the days I used to plug in and walk past the Bangladeshi shop in Kings Cross on my way to Russell Square, of the days I blared it out loud in my little apartment in Brighton and the days I drowned out the Dilli traffic on the long commutes to work from Malviya Nagar.
The music helps me shut it all out, it lifts the emotions that have twisted up inside me, and spreads them evenly throughout my whole body like butter on toast.
Yummy
I can see patches of green- I hadn't noticed them for months while they were hiding under layers of brown dirt.
The days and nights are blurring into each other as my work has overtaken my life.
I feel like a top that just can't stop spinning, and I'm afraid that when I do, I'll topple over.
But that music keeps helping me- that music in my ears. It reminds me of the days I used to plug in and walk past the Bangladeshi shop in Kings Cross on my way to Russell Square, of the days I blared it out loud in my little apartment in Brighton and the days I drowned out the Dilli traffic on the long commutes to work from Malviya Nagar.
The music helps me shut it all out, it lifts the emotions that have twisted up inside me, and spreads them evenly throughout my whole body like butter on toast.
Yummy
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