Sometimes Friday night...
is not very glamorous. Sometimes it's wearing dirty jeans. Sometimes it's eating chips because you have no idea what to cook for dinner and sometimes its drinking water because you have just enough red wine for one glass later tonight. Sometimes it's no sound save the sweet lull of the faintest rain. Sometimes it's perusing through your friend's flickr photos.
Sometimes it's a sore throat and sad eyes and perpetual waiting.
It's a moment. And it's all mine.
1 comments:
I know moments like these. And I am glad to see you are doing what feels best (and is) when they arise. Be kind to thyself xx
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