That's as far as I agree with the song. The next line would be inapplicable to me. Heat is really a funny thing. It absolutely messes with your mind. I've been feeling so sluggish since last month and the rising temperature isn't doing me any favours. I really hate the feeling of having no appetite, and the worst (ironic) thing is that I'm still eating out of habit. Like, 'Oh it's 1pm. It's lunch time!', although my stomach tells me otherwise. The feeling of bloatedness in summer is not pretty at all. And not to mention I still have fooooooooood to clear. God bless my stomach.
Just sitting in my room, with the fan blowing out warm air and the sound of cars zooming by in the streets, I can just picture myself back in sunny island. But yet, the silence is what pulls me back to reality. I miss speaking. I could start talking to myself, but then I don't think I'm mad enough to start conversing with my four walls. I would love to have a big family with everyone back for dinner every day, having lively dinner conversations. And two dogs. It doesn't matter what kind of house as long as it rooms everyone comfortably. Just saying, don't take me too literally :P
Please don't think I'm emo-ing or depressed because I'm neither. I'm just in a summer mood, like every other summers. Y'know, just like a cycle. And this warm breeze that ruffles the curtains- it reminds me of Saturday dinners. I don't know why. But the familiarity feels really good.
# Princess, I really hope you were sent to a good home. It'd be heartbreaking if you're not ): I wish I hadn't procrastinated. Then maybe I would have managed to see you for the last time.
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