x 9:17am, 21.05.2013
x I am absolutely exhausted, there’s no energy left for the thoughts that keep reappearing.
x I think back to the weightlessness I felt at the top of the mountains underneath the Kurdish sun
x It mattered not that I was a whole with a past and future staring at me from both directions
x It mattered only that I was there.
x Things are not so weightless anymore, time weighs down on me like treacle, an involuntary game of ‘stuck in the mud’.
x Everything is that much more sensitive to sleepless eyes.
x I think the moon would blush to know that so many tediously long nights of mine are spent in it’s awe.
x Then again the moon can’t blush, and I have exams to revise for.