Saturday, July 30, 2005
Saturday, 5.45pm
It's Saturday, 5.45pm. I'm indulgent, living a new kind of life. I lie under angora-soft covers and listen to the rain outside my window. It sounds like fresh peas being poured into a steel collander. Upstairs my flatmate is watching TV, ensconsed on blue sofa staring through a glass screen. For a moment our paths meet in unconscious thought, then diverge. The gentle pounding of the rain on the laurel hedge echoes a sadness feelings its way through my torso. But I love you. I love you. I don't care if you love me or not. I'll love you anyway.
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Such a lovely piece!! I love the idea of 545 on a Saturday p.m. >>> especially if you have the prospect of doing nothing!!
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