food for the weary

nothing like a good ol' english breakfast to start the day!
breakfast with the flat - it's been too long.

pure agony.

silence as the still, cold sunlight pours in + stillness holds the flat + tiptoe-ing across the halls, and into the kitchen to get sustenance.

Trying to cram words and ideas (as i always do)/when bed and warmth beckons.

guilt can get to you in funny ways + process of dragging me out of bed repeats again.

then alarms go off in the different rooms, not at once, but peppered over a few hours.

snooze, sleep, snooze. our favourite button.

then guilt starts to act again + the shuffling about begins.

good morning flat 6!

one big mess.

i've learnt a few things over the last few weeks:

1. that you can't just decide you want what you used to have.
2. that i can never ever have what i used to have. because i gave that up.
3. that even having banana prata with sugar and curry won't make me feel any better.

and that if i still can't snap out of all this, i am going to fail badly.