Wednesday, April 7, 2010

Travels to self awareness

As I sit here, typing away, my orange painted fingernails furoiusly scan and press on the tiny buttons. I look around... luke warm lamp that my mother adores stands comfortingly to the left. My body eases into the butter yellow couch, creating a mould around my figure. I look to my left, a dvd placed haphazardly reminds me of my evening, cuddled up in a blanket, escaping reality... and now I sleep.

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