walking in a field of flowers,
I felt like nesting between the flowers,
hands rubbing the soil,
smelling the earth,
listening to the wind.
today as i laze about and watch the rain, I think about those happy times of solitude, those happy times wandering about the garage, the city, the parks and the museums. the times when I took pictures with hobos, the times I got mozzie bites trying to write stories at darling harbour (but was mostly staring at couples), the times I bumped into recurrent strangers on trains and dreamt about our fictitious life together. how he would fall in love with me and I would run away never to be seen again. Like a balloon flying into the sky, belonging to no one. my horoscopeis an air type. my carefree spirit, where shall we go next?
