28/03/2012

14 sing a lullaby

i need to spend a long time asleep or doing nothing except laying in the sun. the weather is exceptional and everybody is wearing shorts, it is a rarity because most of the time in england, it's cloudy or windy or raining. i don't understand why people would like to live here or even visit, except perhaps london. all places in the world feel like they are the same. i'm not sure where i would like to go, but not stay here. just knowing that i am in another country makes the simplest everyday routine seem far more exciting than it is to the people who have been rooted there their whole lives. someone needs to cut me at the stem. i need shearers and to float, like a feather or a cloud, something white and spacey and fluffy.

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