Yes, it goes without saying.
I sit and wait
Does an angel contemplate my fate
And do they know
The places where we go
When we're grey and old
- Robbie William’s “Angel” -
That 3 am conversation just about unleashed a dam full of vulnerability. I thought that I’ve managed to contain myself well all this while, never needing to resort to anyone, or anything to keep me occupied. I don’t know why I allow myself to get this way and why, even after 24 hours, I can’t seem to settle down and find that happy place.
All I want to do is go home to an empty house, play the piano and bury myself under the covers. And wait for the next 24 hours to come.
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