I don't have that real sensation yet.
But since I moved to a lovely flat only 10min from college and my new wooden desk settled in my studio, I have plenty of passion every morning.
7.45 get up, turn on my radio, roll up my curtains, have a cup of hot soya milk.
Ordinary. Mundane. somehow Meaningful, Smoothhhhhhh...
My mood and pace are gradually changing.
I don't know if I should look back.
Yesterday is vanishing under my feet.
Tomorrow is sucking my nose and I feel chilly.
I can't feel Today, it is hidden somewhere, anywhere. Well at least,
Nobody really cares.
