space is a luxury which i am desperately craving for.. away from the usual "going ons" that i have to face up every single day. how i yearn for a place of my own where there are self controlled noise and movements; everything from the music and what nots are set in my own tempo and rhythm instead of anyone's own.
yes it screams a whole lot of selfish desires and centeredness but i want a nest of my own.. having the only person to deal with is yourself. how is that pleasant, rather than having the consideration and voice of others beating at your ear drums.
the only form of ear plugs now comes in a form of an apartment: in a victorian white mod furnish with soft jazz tunes playing up in the background, while i laze in a comfy white couch accompanied with a glass of mad fish and feebs warmth at my feet.
dream a little dream..
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