Floraish

I’m doing it again. I’m obsessing. I. Just. Won’t.

Don’t make me burn my bridges..

I’m happy and you can’t take that away from me.

You are still a whisper on my lips
A feeling at my fingertips
That’s pulling at my skin

You leave me when I’m at my worst
Feeling as if I’ve been cursed
Bitter cold within..

Sitting in between a portable airconditioner, empty suitcases, a variety of bedside drawers and a broken television set, I feel very… not at home even though I am.

Carpet cleaner is here and he will be cleaning carpets, the tradesmen are painting so I am out of a room and privacy for a day and out of my real official room for another 5 days. Not including Christmas as nobody likes working Christmas. Grandmother should also be here today.

On a completely unrelated note, Sydney Lowenbrau Meet will be awesome As will visiting Sydney itself of course. Got my social calcendar all planned out