Walked back home. Stared at my room. Knowing another four/five hours will pass here as soon as I sit down on the table. Heated some take away dinner in the microwave.
Played some music. From my ipod. Took me away from here and now. Gladly I obliged. Life is beautiful, I know. But sometimes, there is nothing like escaping for a bit.
I feel Sirion awaits me. Like a patient dream waiting for me to come and undress it.
But I just can't start. I just don't know how to switch it on. The wardrobe to escape through. Where is it?
Ben Ning, Creative Practitioner