plus qu’hier moins que demain

i woke up to drops spiking my lashes, a tear-stained pillow and wads of tissues which i do not recall using. outside, the sky was dark, dawn has yet to arrive, and it was pouring. the rain made shushing sounds, hitting the window panes harshly and relentlessly. in my room, the dim light of my lamp cast shadows against the lightly-tinted walls, and at that very moment, it seemed to me that my life mirrored the confines of my room.

everything seemed grey and misty and cold.

stressed and miserable.
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“a deep breath helps whenever the heart aches,” Le Petit Prince advised me this afternoon.

i read the sentence twice - once with absolutely no feeling nor emotion, and then some.

and without any warning, tears gushed down my face. and i was in office, bloody hell.

s t a r m | s t July 25th, 2006

• the core , the sentimental lover