another morning, another escape.
nothing unusual.
as I walked home last night after saying goodbye to sarah and annika at finsbury park
i stuffed my head with music
with the sounds that do not
help or hurt but are there to transport me into the state of being i desire, crave, long
long
dreams...where everything is perfect. the face i see everyday does not escape me even when im asleep..and i do not wish to wake up. who chose on my behalf this reality?
if i could have one thing...if only i could..get closer..

xxxxxxx

woke up so early today...i could have gone to work but knowing how much reading ive done latelly that does not seem like a wise idea..the worst part about getting early though is i get more time in a day to be hungry..i know. how sick is that? all i had for breakfast was coffee and a pomegranate i had for over a month. need to do some shopping. pronto.

thinking if i should get myself out of bed and go to Ikea..not sure what time im meeting sarah and annika but were off shopping and then they might go on a london eye tour..hm...fascinating..oh shit..we should probably get some quality wine for the night at christians :/ hm..maybe not...