there's a track on repeat. And there aren't anymore weekdays or weekends.
Instead, we're a stream of last minute sick-leaves, random grass patches, midday picnics and time that always runs out on us
So hello you,
I find that I've been thinking about you quite a bit.
Dizzyingly organized aisles of groceries, Ikea tents with its Christmas specials and warm restaurants with Christmas songs spilling from their glass doors- they're not quite the same without you.
I think you'd like it here.
But at the same time, I'm less "wish you were here" as much as I am
"Wish I was with you right about now."
I miss you, I realize. And I could do with being with you.
December 20th 2010, Monday