My World Revolved On A Gentle Float
I spent the day stoned. No, really I did. I know you find that hard to believe. It was lovely too. Very lovely, to tell you the truth. The sun was shining, the sky was blue. I sat in the back garden and read. I can't remember any of it now, but who cares.
So then, I got my lap-top and wrote a bit, the stories of life. I am your every dirty thought. I am what good people do behind closed doors. I, kind of, liked that as a theme.
The sun was like warm honey, oozing over my skin. I melted into the day with ease, not a problem or a care in the world. I didn't wonder about what anybody else was doing, my world revolved on a gentle float, cushioning me against the places beyond my high, brick walls.
Tracksuit pants and big t-shirt is my office dress code now. They say it means you have given up, if you wear a comfy home trackie.
The birds tweeted.
The phone rang, I ignored it. The door bell bringed, I ignored that too. Lovely!
One of the guys from work called me the other day to see how I was.
"I haven't heard from you?"
I told him I was fine. Then he spent the rest of the phone call unloading on me about all the crap that was going on in the office.
I thought of him, as I watched a leaf fall from a tree and gently float to the ground and I laughed.
I guess I'll have to do something one day? I guess?
I fancy being a barista in a local cafe, maybe? A quite cafe though.
Oh, my mother is so pleased. "All that law school training," she said the other day.
"Yes, all those years at university, helped make me who I am today."
She gave me that exasperated mother's look, at which I smiled sweetly back.
"All those years."
My father always gazes at me enviously, until I say something like, I've got time for all the boys in the world, dad! Then his envy turnes a little nervous and he'll change the subject.
"How about those Saints?"
That always makes me laugh... because I want to answer, Yeah, there's a couple of them I'd do, no problems. But, I don't.
"Yeah, how about them!"
So then, I got my lap-top and wrote a bit, the stories of life. I am your every dirty thought. I am what good people do behind closed doors. I, kind of, liked that as a theme.
The sun was like warm honey, oozing over my skin. I melted into the day with ease, not a problem or a care in the world. I didn't wonder about what anybody else was doing, my world revolved on a gentle float, cushioning me against the places beyond my high, brick walls.
Tracksuit pants and big t-shirt is my office dress code now. They say it means you have given up, if you wear a comfy home trackie.
The birds tweeted.
The phone rang, I ignored it. The door bell bringed, I ignored that too. Lovely!
One of the guys from work called me the other day to see how I was.
"I haven't heard from you?"
I told him I was fine. Then he spent the rest of the phone call unloading on me about all the crap that was going on in the office.
I thought of him, as I watched a leaf fall from a tree and gently float to the ground and I laughed.
I guess I'll have to do something one day? I guess?
I fancy being a barista in a local cafe, maybe? A quite cafe though.
Oh, my mother is so pleased. "All that law school training," she said the other day.
"Yes, all those years at university, helped make me who I am today."
She gave me that exasperated mother's look, at which I smiled sweetly back.
"All those years."
My father always gazes at me enviously, until I say something like, I've got time for all the boys in the world, dad! Then his envy turnes a little nervous and he'll change the subject.
"How about those Saints?"
That always makes me laugh... because I want to answer, Yeah, there's a couple of them I'd do, no problems. But, I don't.
"Yeah, how about them!"
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