With sunshine through my half drawn curtains and to the racket of the Melbourne cup goers, I woke from a 15-hour sleep.
It’s been long since I’d the heart to take in the mornings with such tranquil clarity.
Post film school crisis and stormy turbulences.
Caught in the middle of interpersonal relationships and habouring a painful infatuation.
Ideals and politics and the lost for words.
Immortality of the human race and broken marriages under the guises of social conformity.
I am a watchful eye, a tree, a wallflower. I am distant but awake.
In my dreams last night , I thought of you. Of the little sacrifices you’ve made after my foolish demands.
I dreamt about being a puppy. Of how I am so ever readily at your beck and call.
I woke today with power to take ownership of the little of the world I can control. I keep my emotions in check.
Drones of the far away passing tram. The slight drizzling rain outside. Fanta, the lost cat on an adventure.
The world is still alive and breathing with or without…
A disastrous beauty can wither under my commands and that is with you,
my unrequited desire for you.
You say goodbye and I say hello.
Hello life after film school. I’m ready to face you!
