Friday, 26 August 2011

Storm in a teacup.

There is a rainstorm outside. There has been afternoon. I feel weary.
I do not want to pack, I do not want to tidy.
And no, I do not want another cup of coffee.
I don't want to sleep, but I certainly do not want to be awake.
Today is not a good day.
I don't want to leave.
I don't want to say goodbye.

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