The rhythms of this place is like balm to a wounded soul. I see myself slowly coming up for air. It's like a time-out from life. Hard to think that just 5 months left me this bleeding mess. That's all it took.
And I think I'm so smart but I never, never recognise the signs. The falling apart, the forced withdrawal from life and all I hold dear, the mounting irritation at my friends who are doing nothing more than simply staying in touch.
And slowly I start to feel like I'm going to fly into a million pieces.
And then I do.
Phew!
That was close. Almost too close for comfort.
Maybe I was born to be a flaneur. Now I just need to find my City Lights and my brew of choice and there I'll be.
Later for you.
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I'm glad you are back.
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