Monday, October 15, 2012

Rain...

It was raining. I got lost in myself.

I walked into the shop and bought a cup of coffee. The rain dripped off my hair and into my coffee. I sat on the train and watched houses pass me by.

I want to be home, under covers....I don't want to be brave anymore. I will never come out from under the covers. Everybody will beg me and I will never come out. I will stay under forever and ever and ever and ever...

I got off the train. I walked as fast as I could. I met a neighbour on the train.

He is going to Malaga next week for five days. Its 28 degrees there he says...

I want to go to fucking Malaga.



6 comments:

Patrice said...

Which is it, at home under the covers or Malaga? Make up your mind!

Waffarian said...

That just shows how fucked up I am...maybe under the covers in Malaga?

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archiwiz said...

:)

Sounds like a good mix - re: under the covers in Malaga.

How have you been madam? Still strong on the blogging I see.

Waffarian said...

@anonymous: I should, I really should!

Waffarian said...

@archiwiz: Yep! Still here. I am fine. Long time! How have you been?