Saturday, March 7

task for my angels

so i went to sleep early. dont know why, just had that feeling it was the best thing to do. to dream and to listen to the rain being stopped by the roof. again and again. and i would wake up in that dream and i'd be on a big boat. it was our house. sailing towards sky-blue horizon. sky-blue horizon would be everywhere. everywhere where your eye decides to look. id be sailing there and everything else would be under enormous amounts of rain. 

i would miss people. miss my mom, miss my exboss, and maybe id be missing hope. and an angel. i have a plenty of them in our house thou. ill ask them to protect you, people. id miss you a lot if the rain was suddenly to take you.

6 comments:

Daily Whinger said...

don't dream your life away, honey :-)

zabka said...

hey, at least no dilemmas whether he eats meat or he doesnt ;)

can you imagine, march already?!

Daily Whinger said...

No dilemma; I knew what to do ;-)

March feels and smells much nicer than moths before.

zabka said...

whatever you say :P

dont you have it different in sydney thou? summer in winter months?

Daily Whinger said...

sure, yet i'm not in sydney now.

zabka said...

?
id like to know how come, but guess its good to keep some "secrets"