Jun 6, 2014

Dreaming again

The future doesn't exist.
That's what my doctor said once to make me calm down from the anxiety I had about the future.
I tend to make plans and imagine everything in detail, these details are what give me pleasure.
How I would get home from the office and open the door to the terrace. I would look up and have to close my eyes cause the sun would be so strong. Right in my eyes. Oh, how I dream of this.
And then I would breathe in. one, two, three, four, five, six, seven, eight. And out. one, two, three, four.
I would take a shower cause I would have bathed in sweat on the way home.
And then I would think about what to cook. I wouldn't have to be careful with my olive oil, so that I make sure I have enough until summer. That'll be so nice.
I miss home.

that's me Vanilla

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Λατρεύω τον Claude Monet, τα κυριακάτικα απογεύματα και το μπλε του ουρανού τις ενδιάμεσες ώρες, τους φίλους μου, τη φύση, τη ζωή.