Thought number xxx

Lately, I can't wait to get older
Late 20's is the new late teens

Hair growth status, framing my forehead a little
Designer bag savings status, not quite there yet
Love, full
Cats, 1
Tears, aprox. 20 ml

Home is a feeling
Which is subject to change

And when you want to live life 200 km/h and still find peace
Where do you go?

Tonight's calculation

In 24 months my hair will be down to my shoulders
In 24 months I will be 25 years old

by Ryudai Abe

A new/familiar sort of calamity hits. It's peculiar, letting go of feelings you relate to (almost rely on) - such as feeling lost.

Today I did alot of window shopping and Playstation 3 contemplation.

After a semi-successful attempt at curing a cold with cocktails last night, this hazy lazy sunday afternoon left me looking out the window to wonder if I should stand up again today.

With my favourite beautiful creature napping, wrapped up in a blanket cocoon next to me, I have my doubts.

24h satisfaction at a time followed by void. If I could go back to blissful naivety I would.