Little over a week ago, it was me waking up in a strange but pleasant town of
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Outside, starts twinkle in the mostly clear sky, but every now and then pillows of dark orangey cloud obscure there light. Mars too is visable tonight, as a faint but definite red dot in the sky. It seems so tiny. My windows look down over most of the town, lines of amber lights converging and dissecting here and there. A park is across the street, with trees standing as black silhouettes against the sky. Not a soul stirs, but me. I'm not stirring though, my last cup of tea was hours ago, but I type!
It’s been a week of changes to. Changes beginning to happen, surprise changes, and changes that I should have expected, most notably in the world of friends. Names not mentioned, there are some in particular that, as close as I feel or felt, seem to be avoiding my presence. Also I realised just how close, and even far I am to others, though they seem to not know. It hurts, this stoic silence pins me down, turning my mind over thoughts and feelings as a farmer turnes over the earth. I am looking forward to Uni now, a chance to hang out more, jobless, and penny-free, laughing all the way until the bank.
Things are not well with the house I'm moving to. On my own part all the forms, cheques and materials are complete, but not so for one of our number, and until he does, none of us can enter that house. So now’s the time to get the boots on and the hammers down.
A car quietly drives past, a
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