this week has felt so long, the darkness somehow makes time go slower,
and days seem longer.
sleep is the first thing on my mind but I always find myself dreaming of the weirdest things rather than resting my body and soul. my mind seems to never quiet and want to escape the endless flow of more or less useful thoughts.
listening to plastic ono band, knives from bavaria, and nouvelle vague and drinking cinnamon tea is the best way to spend my friday.
it is becoming more cold day by day, still I struggle to not leave the house in a white summer dress and shorts.
dreams of dancing in the forest with drums and magical souls, becoming one with the whole universe; here I sit, smelling the roses by my bedside and longing for summer to come back.