there are moments when i feel like an alien. lost. confused. ridiculed. inspected from every angle. taken for granted.
then there are those long hours when i can't stop thinking about home. the worst kind in the spectrum of feelings.
i miss the way people look. the parks. the squares. the trams. home cooked meals. my closet. a normal shower. banana split. the simplicity. the sincere kindness of acquaintances.
the language.
the concerts. walking the streets. talking to my friends. running into people from high school when you least expect it. going out for a beer or four. the sea. sitting on the rocks at night. ouzo. my ceiling. bbq-ing on jarun. my cell phone. mom's apple cake.
my brother.
laughing really hard. stalking other ppl. aimlessly walking around and talking. going to the movies and not being able to choose one. my old jeans. my old, blue chucks.
my friends.
going to see him without notice. laying on his bed and watching tv. the smell of his pillow. his room. making pancakes with him. all the little things he does for me. kissing his cheeks. riding his bike. his eyes.
my tuki.
As happens sometimes, a moment settled and hovered and remained for much more than a moment. And sound stopped and movement stopped for much, much more than a moment.
Post je objavljen 25.09.2006. u 14:36 sati.