08 November 2007
missing
in a perpetual state of missing, the place I miss is still London, it was London, has been London and forever will be London. It is everything about it - the lit streets at night, only crystal shop windows, small gardens before terraced houses, light behind wooden window frames, leafy parks, scary roundabouts from my bike, late night sessions at the library or the annual fund, my small house - life on a staircase, our roof and prolonged lunches of pasta with green pesto and tomatoes... the trips to Natalia's house to chill, chat, cook - oh, and our runs along the Thames and showers in the basement of the Old Building (never thought I'd miss them). And earlier memories mix with emotions - a clear February morning on St.Paul's cathedral, my solitary strolls on Queen's Walk on Sunday nights, Oxford Street retail stress and home made muffins.
There is nothing that quite compares to all of this, nor will I ever be able to express it all. But maybe we could go there and have it all together some day?
in a perpetual state of missing, the place I miss is still London, it was London, has been London and forever will be London. It is everything about it - the lit streets at night, only crystal shop windows, small gardens before terraced houses, light behind wooden window frames, leafy parks, scary roundabouts from my bike, late night sessions at the library or the annual fund, my small house - life on a staircase, our roof and prolonged lunches of pasta with green pesto and tomatoes... the trips to Natalia's house to chill, chat, cook - oh, and our runs along the Thames and showers in the basement of the Old Building (never thought I'd miss them). And earlier memories mix with emotions - a clear February morning on St.Paul's cathedral, my solitary strolls on Queen's Walk on Sunday nights, Oxford Street retail stress and home made muffins.
There is nothing that quite compares to all of this, nor will I ever be able to express it all. But maybe we could go there and have it all together some day?
