There’s a string of thoughts I have a lot of the time and it goes more or less as follows: What if I bought a log book and became captain of my moods, captain of the M.S. Unjustified Emotion? And then what if I measured time differently, like how sea miles differ from what I still think of as kilometres, what if I blurred the line between two days, would that make me better? Would that help? Would that tell me the exact time when the chasm opens? I want to kiss someone on the rugby pitch in the wind in the cold February sun in the salty sea air in our own microcosm.
+Tuesday Feb 2 @ 02:12pm
tagged as: diary.
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