Out there, somewhere

One day I would like to party like mad, drink lots of alcohol, scream all I want. Before I become tame.

tame

"No," said the little prince.
"I am looking for friends.
What does that mean to tame?"

"It is an act too often neglected,"
said the fox.
"It means to establish ties."

- The Little Prince, Antoine de Saint-Exupery, 1943

It is also the mad hatter's dream, to be tamed.
And so it is, November is on her way.

Days

I miss school, and part of it;

The long bus rides, a past experience of sleeping on a female stranger's shoulder, knocking my head against windows on bumpy bus rides, the last minute revisions... and last but not least missing my bus stop.

I have a friend who has been encouraging me to write all these years. I do not have a flair for the language and practice has become dull. Past written fiction have beginnings, yet I've given no endings because ...just because. Endings are definitely harder, right?

On side note, Fisher and Paykel washing machine impressed me.

Counteraction

hello you, for being away and quiet for so long; what is it that you have to say? the recent grey and rainy days content my subdued psyche; to pin for something reckless is a counteraction and seems undesired for among loved ones and even to my basic moralities. So I shall continue to keep quiet because the time is not ripe.

hello

hello trust
hello friendship
hello faith
hello love

here is goodbye.