We've shifted house.Again.The good thing about this, of course, is sorting out the books. I'm taking my own sweet time over it, and I love it. There are so many different books, by so many different authors, and they each call out to me. I can't say I've read them all, but I want to - from the ..
I woke up a few days back with the smell of her. Not 'her', the one I'm with. Not even 'her', the one I was with. But a her from the past. Strange. Not all too far back in those mists, but not someone I'd imagine would have that sort of impact. Just a strange, milky, odd smell that I never could ..
There are times when I just need to disconnect. The Facebook feed is switched off. And people are no longer watching. At least I hope.I have spent some good time talking to my roommates, making soup(s) and noodles. And it was incredible fun. There was some studying for tax involved too. ..
The darkness is a silent and welcome companion. I find myself much happier staying awake at night and doing some light (or, if not at all sleepy, heavy) reading, and love how contemplative I feel in the comforting shroud of the dark. While I love reading and have read much, I must somewhat ..
The awkwardness seemed to abate, as they both stood there. Others were talking. There was nothing really there to be said. She turned and left, and after a second of contemplation, so did he. He went on his path, silent - but then, he was always a recluse. Walking alone, and it seemed to fit - ..