Sunday, 15 November 2015
I'm tired of thinking. Thinking leads to sinking and I've never been good at swimming so that just leads to drinking. And drinking leads to too little or too much ambition and then failure is a given. I want to wake up to a morning where the dew glistens and I can sit up and take notice of the birds singing with a clear enough head to actually truly listen. Then I want to chase you round the living room and make love to you in the kitchen. I have this amazing vision that's truly bewitching. Where somewhere in the future, I'm so completely smitten that I don't even notice other women. Be mine. Be my kitten.